“Why do I feel like I recognize this face?” she asked, looking at the photo of the author.
“He’s a very well-known American novelist.”
“I never have time to read. But I’m sure I’ve seen this face before. Maybe he came to the restaurant.”
“Who knows?” Mia replied, turning bright red.
“Did you buy it today? What’s it about?”
“I haven’t started it yet.”
“You bought a book without even knowing what it’s about?”
“It came recommended by the bookseller.”
“All right, well, I’ll leave you to your reading. I’m off to bed.”
Daisy stood up and walked toward the door.
“Um, the book?” Mia said timidly.
It was still in Daisy’s hand. She took another look at the photograph and tossed the book on the bed.
“See you tomorrow.”
She closed the door and then, almost immediately, opened it again.
“You’re acting weird.”
“Weird how?”
“I don’t know. Was it that stranger on the phone who gave you this book?”
“Well, if it was, wouldn’t it be written in a dialect from northernmost Sweden?”
Daisy frowned at Mia before leaving the room.
“You’re definitely being weird,” Mia heard her mutter from outside the door.
10
The alarm went off. Lauren stretched like a cat and then curled up against Arthur.
“Did you sleep okay?” she asked, kissing him.
“Never better.”
“What’s put you in such a good mood?”
“There’s something you have to see,” he said with a grin as he sat up.
He picked up the laptop from under the bed and opened it.
“For a date that only lasted ten minutes, this is one solid follow-up!”
Lauren rolled her eyes.
“So they hit it off, despite your tasteless joke—good for them. But don’t jump the gun.”
