Megan Blake's POV
"I'm searching the bedroom bookcase for my design book, I know I brought it, it can't be."
I gasp in fright when the door opens.
"What are you stealing, Megan?" I laugh when I hear Fran.
"I thought you weren't here, since there are no classes." She comes closer and starts looking at the bookcase with me.
"What are we looking for?" I look at her sideways and laugh.
"Just browsing the books, trying to get some ideas."
"Then let's browse the books together." I put my arm around Fran's shoulders.
"I love you, you're the best." She looks at me sideways and smiles.
"I love you too, Meg." I separate from her.
"I'm looking for my design book and it's not here." I sigh, sitting down on the bed.
"Oh, that blessed old book." She sits down next to me.
"It's a fabulous boo
