“I close downstairs at Brews most nights. I’m usually here for an hour or so after I lock up, just cleaning and doing inventory.” She slid her tongue along her lip, branding it a traitor. “If you need somewhere quiet... you can come sit and listen to the book while I work.” Holy shit. It wasn’t much, and I tried like hell to temper my excitement. But holy fucking shit. “Thanks, Zoey.” I smiled and reached for her door. “I think I might take you up on that.” Who knew a damn audiobook would give me two things I never thought I’d have. The ability to enjoy a book. And her.
