Icebreaker (Maple Hills #1)

by Hannah Grace

I pinch the book from between her fingers, examining the turquoise cover, then flicking to a random page in the middle of the book. “You’re reading porn in public? You’re disgraceful!” Her hand flies toward my mouth, shushing me as I throw my head back laughing. “Stop shouting,” she rasps, looking around to see if anyone is listening to us. Her voice lowers, and she pulls me closer. “It’s not porn. It’s a romance book that happens to have a little bit of sex in it.” She tries to hide her face, but I hook my finger under her chin, tilting her face up to mine. I gently press my lips to hers, leaning into her ear to whisper. “Anything you read, I’ll do to you when we get home.” When I lean back, I can see thousands of possibilities flashing across her face. “It’s honestly not that kind of book… but I do have some at home that might be”—the flush of her cheeks intensifies—“of interest to you.” “I love a woman who enjoys reading.”