The library was cool to the point of chilly, and John forced the zipper of his hoodie all the way up to his chin. He picked a seat on a well-worn wingback, not for comfort, but to annihilate any possibility of being forced to sit too close to Parker if, in fact, Parker chose to show up. Then he curled both feet under his legs and set his laptop on his lap. It made for awkward typing, but John figured it would at least keep his legs from going numb with the cold. Fifteen minutes later, with his coffee gone and the space no warmer, John was debating setting everything aside and heading back to his room. If Parker wanted him all that bad, Parker could damn well come find him. It was a thought that was halted suddenly and resolutely by a flounce into John’s lap the instant the laptop vacated i
