Chapter Nineteen
The next morning, I walked into the library first. Fitz greeted me right as I walked in, which was exactly what I needed. I’d have taken Fitz home with me last night if I hadn’t had that date. I sighed as I thought of it and vowed once again to tell everyone I was allergic to blind dates.
Fitz seemed to understand I was tense and immediately curled up in my lap when I sat down at the circulation desk to do some work. I rubbed him absently as I booted up the computer and felt some of the tension melting away as I did. Maybe I needed to write him an ‘Ask Fitz’ letter. He certainly was good at helping solve my problems.
I checked in on the response to his latest column and saw it had been shared a lot and on different social media platforms. I guessed that had something mo
