Roxie didn’t know what surprised her more, the fact that four grown men had actually agreed to live in one house, or the fact that Lucas had made every single book previously scattered around the house disappear into shelves or the attic like he was some kind of book-hoarding magician.
Standing in the middle of Lucas’s now book-free living room, Roxie braced her hands on her hips, trying to breathe in the new reality without choking on the smell of old books and cedar still hanging in the air. The scent was everywhere and somehow stronger despite the books no longer covering every available surface. It was in the cushions, in the curtains, probably in the walls. It wasn’t bad, just… Very present, and it didn’t please her current sensitive senses very much.
Still, the smell didn’t take aw
