Theaella

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I smiled at the prospect. There was nothing I found more appealing than a person who loved to learn.

When I reached my next shelf, my smile faded. Someone had put books back incorrectly. Not only were they in the wrong section of the library—we were in nine hundred, geography and history, and these belonged in the three hundreds under social sciences and folklore—but they were flipped upside down.

Eagan, I’d put money on it. I’d bet he’d set the whole thing up, that lawless bastard.

With a magnificent scowl, I cleaned the shelf up. What Eagan didn’t know—and what I’d never tell him—was that fixing the shelf actually sent a shot of dopamine and adrenaline through me.

There was little I enjoyed as much as putting things in their place.

It had been three days since I discovered my uterus