A smile tugs at her mouth as she reads something, then she laughs softly, the sound catches me off guard. I've never heard her laugh before. Something shifts in my chest. I don't particularly care for it. I start toward her before I can talk myself out of it, when I'm close enough, I glance at the cover of the book.
"Any good?"
Quinn nearly launches the book across the room, her head snaps up, her eyes widen. "Lorenzo?"
I raise an eyebrow. "Expecting someone else?"
"No." She places a hand over her chest. "You scared the life out of me."
A grin threatens, but I don't let it happen. "You looked busy."
She glances down at the book. "I was."
"Clearly." Her eyes narrow at my word. I look at the stack beside her. "Planning on buying all of these?"
She follows my gaze and immediately looks defensive. "Maybe."
"There are seven books."
"Eight."
I count again. "You're right. Eight."
A hint of satisfaction crosses her face. Christ, she's proud of that. "You'll finish all of those?"
"I read fast." I look at the pile, and she lifts her chin. "I do."
I find myself believing her. "Do you always spend your days hiding in bookstores?"
A blush creeps into her cheeks. "I don't hide."
"No?"
"No." The answer is immediate. I wait, and she sighs. "Fine. Sometimes I hide."
I nod. "That's more believable."
To my surprise, she laughs, it’s a genuine laugh; a real one, and for some reason I like the sound of it far more than I should.
She marks her page and closes the book. "What are you doing here?"
It's a fair question, and I don't have a good answer for it. "I was in the area."
The look she gives me says she doesn't believe that for a second. I don't blame her. "You were in the area of a bookstore?"
"I read."
She laughs. "I didn't say you couldn't read."
"You implied it."
Her smile widens. "No, I definitely didn't."
I glance at the book in her hand. "What is it?"
Her eyes immediately light up, the change is instant. "This?" She turns the cover toward me. "It's fantasy."
I stare at the dragon on the front. "Right."
