Chapter 14
WHEN BRITTA CAME HOME that evening, she took The Book Thief out of the plastic bag and held it in her hands, thinking about Milo. She couldn’t ignore the way her heart raced when Milo had held her hand, helped her from the car, or stared intently at her while they spoke. But she also couldn’t ignore the fact that Milo Geissler was German—so German that he was helping with the Oktoberfest at the Harvest Hurrah. She had enjoyed the evening more than she wanted to admit. Laughter, books, cocoa, warm conversation—it was enough to have her yearning to be with Milo again. That man had found a way into her heart, and now she didn’t know what to do with him.
Britta pushed the book back into the sack and set it on her coffee table. She’d promised Milo that she would read it, but she di
