Twisted Hate (Twisted, #3)

by Ana Huang

B3, S4, #10. “Is this a bookstore scavenger hunt?” I bounced on my feet, unable to contain my delight. “Scavenger hunt and puzzle.” Josh’s cheek dimpled. “Have to make sure your brainpower meets my standards, Red. I don’t date dummies.” “Understandable. Someone has to be the brains in the relationship.” Josh’s soft laugh settled inside me. “Solve the clue before you get cocky, sweetheart. There’s a prize waiting for you if you do.” I perked up. I loved prizes. I had a whole box of certificates, trophies, and medals I won in high school and college. “What is it?” “You’ll find out. Or maybe not.” He shrugged. “Let’s see.” My skin buzzed from both our exchange and the thrill of the hunt, but I tamped down my desire to continue our verbal sparring session and refocused on the clue. Your favorite food, but you have to make it obviously referred to an Italian cookbook. As for B3 S4 #10…my brain scrambled to untangle its meaning. It was a scavenger hunt, so the clue likely led to a specific cookbook. All the books were organized in alphabetical order by the author’s last name, so what could the numbers stand for? I scanned the bookcases, trying— My attention jerked back to a sign printed with the number one. It was displayed on the side of the nearest bookcase. The books weren’t numbered, but the bookcases were, and every bookcase comprised of multiple shelves. Bookcase, shelf. B3 S4. Cookbook section, bookcase three, shelf four…#10. Tenth book on the shelf? It was worth a try. M...