“Elizabeth asked me to pick her book up for her. She’s in Victoria until this evening and wanted to start it tonight. She said you told her it was in this morning.”
Victoria was the nearest city, a three-hour drive away. Wyatt’s mother, Elizabeth, a warm and funny woman, had ordered in a historical romance I had recommended the month before. It had been on back-order from the publisher for a few weeks.
I located the book on the shelf behind me where we kept the special orders and handed it to him. “She’s already paid.”
“Great.” His gaze skimmed me, and I felt naked.
This was the difference between hot people like Thérèse and Wyatt, and myself. I peeked at people around bookshelves, shot quick glances when they weren’t looking. Wyatt and Thérèse stared openly, with zero shame or embarra
