“Of course you do,” Ivy laughed nervously. “You know I’m superb at Scrabble.”
“Funny.” He grinned in spite of himself.
“See, now you know I’m funny.” She grinned back.
“That’s fine, keep your secrets.” He smirked. “You’ll tell me when you’re ready.”
“You know all there is to know.” She shrugged.
“I know you’re Ivy Newton, librarian, pescatarian, owner of Apollo,” he responded. “I know nothing about what makes you who you are or anything prior to you becoming our town’s librarian. You just appeared, came in on a western wind.”
“You make me sound so mysterious.” Ivy couldn’t help but laugh.
“You are,” he said, giving her that intense stare he was so good at.
“Perhaps,” she said and got out of the car. She felt hot suddenly.
Roman got out with her. Ivy smiled as she realized he
