# CHAPTER EIGHT
## KIERAN
I stood in my private office watching the security monitor that showed every angle of the library. Melinda sat curled in one of the leather chairs by the window with a book open in her lap. She had been there for three hours. Three hours without moving except to turn pages or adjust her position slightly when her legs cramped.
Belinda had never set foot in that library. Not once during the engagement period when she visited the estate. I remembered her comment about books being boring, about preferring magazines and social media to anything that required actual concentration.
This woman read like she was starving and the words were sustenance.
I switched cameras to get a better angle of her face. She was completely absorbed in whatever story held her attentio
