I pushed away from the desk and stood, walking over to where she stood at the shelf. Her gaze followed me. I scanned the books briefly, even though I already knew them all, and pulled one from the middle row. Wordlessly, I handed it to her.
She raised a brow. “And you’re sure this one covers a wider range?”
I just met her eyes steadily, letting silence be my response. Did she really think I didn't know about the books?
She made a face, half amused, half confused. “You know, I’m starting to think you’ve never actually opened half these books. For all I know, you’re just picking them at random.”
Still, I didn’t argue. I didn’t need to, she’d see soon enough. That book would keep her occupied for a while. And if she wanted to think I was clueless for the sake of her own amusement, I’d all
