Read Me (Forget the Past, #2)

by Lauren Connolly

I decide that no man as hot as an inferno should be allowed to talk about library organizational methods. It’s too much. I need a fan. Or a respirator.

If I went to a writers’ group and heard someone read a piece of their own writing, something they created with only their imagination and gift for words, I would gush all my adoration all over them until everyone within a twenty-foot radius would be ill and pity me. It’s a problem.

I’m made of solar panels, and patrons’ smiles of satisfaction are pure rays of sunshine.”

“Do you want a hug?” A Cole Allemand hug? Does such a thing even exist? “Are you offering a hug? You don’t seem like a hugger.” “I’m not.” “Well, I don’t want a hug full of lies.” I cross my arms, knowing that I’m being obstinate. But that’s what this day does to me. Cole’s mouth twitches. “I’m not a hugger. But I’d like to hug you.”

No. No no no. This cannot be allowed. A sexy tattooed man cannot work with cute animals all day.

“You don’t need a man. They are practically pointless.”