Tears of frustration burned her eyes. She blinked rapidly to dispel them, but one escaped and landed in the center of a Lotus position s*x diagram.
“Dammit.” She hastily wiped off the tear but it had already left a watermark. Now she had to buy the stupid thing.
“I’ve seen women crying into books before, but usually it’s over in the fiction section,” came a voice from behind her.
Turning around, She came face to chest with a man over six feet tall. Craning her neck, she found his face rather closer to the ceiling than her own and discovered that it was a handsome face and the man was smiling kindly at her.
“The non-fiction is depressing enough for me.”
The man c****d his head to the side and gave her a searching look. She should have been embarrassed getting caught by a man as she wep
