Page 114 of A Perfect Fit

“On another note, I’ve always been curious about these books,” he says, turning to me. “If it has a cartoon cover, does that mean someone like Anna can read it?”

I peer at the book, my eyes widening because it’s the same one I was reading on our flight to Chicago. “Oh, no, Anna shouldn’t read that.”

“Why not?” He cocks a brow and flips to the first page of the book. “Hey, where’s the scene that you were reading on our flight?”

A nervous laugh escapes my mouth. “What scene?”

Jackson turns to me with a knowing look. “You know which scene.” He flips to a random page in the middle of the book, landing on the very scene he caught me reading.

“Wait, not that page!” I exclaim.

A roguish look shines on his face. “That only makes me want to read it more.”

I attempt to steal the book from him, but he only lifts it higher so it’s out of my reach.

“Hey, that’s not fair!” I fold my arms. “You can’t take advantage of being tall like that.”

Another smirk dances across Jackson’s face as he lowers the book. As I reach for it again, he raises it higher and starts walking off.

“You want it? Come and get it.”

I follow him, but he only quickens his pace, and soon after, we’re running around like kids playing a game of tag. Thank goodness there are no other customers here right now because they would probably be visibly confused.

“Stop,” I say with a laugh.

Jackson doesn’t stop and only glances back at me, enjoying watching me chase after him, all out of breath. Gym class definitely wasn’t my forte back in school.

A sudden, sneaky idea invades my head.

“Wait, I think I sprained my ankle,” I gasp and try my best to keep a straight face.

Jackson stops in his tracks, his brows furrowing as he places the book on the nearest shelf and crouches down to check my ankle. “Does it hurt?”

I grab the book off the shelf, bursting into a fit of laughter. “You’re so gullible.”

Jackson stands back up. “I knew you were lying,” he argues. “I was just playing along so you could feel smarter than me for once.”

“Sure.” I shake my head, still laughing so hard that my stomach hurts. “You’re such a liar.”

Jackson grins, revealing his dimples. “Sounds like the pot calling the kettle black.”

With no comeback, I simply stand there, tracing his sharp nose bridge and defined jawline, my chest expanding with joy. I bite my lip, not believing this incredible and beautiful man is taking me out on a date.

Jackson’s gaze dips to my mouth, and he swipes my bottom lip with his thumb. “I’ll get you later for that little stunt you pulled,” he says in a velvety voice, the words a sinful yet delicious promise.

Footsteps resound, and I turn to see a woman with a name badge that reads Bonnie, an embarrassed look on her face as she watches me and Jackson. “Oops! I didn’t mean to interrupt. Just ignore me.”

I give her a sheepish smile. “All good, Bonnie.”

“Thanks again for letting us monopolize this space this morning, Bonnie,” Jackson adds.

Bonnie winks. “You’re welcome, lovebirds.”

After departing Bonnie’s Books with twenty-two new books and my heart full, we head to the car, where Tony’s waiting for us.

Jackson keeps our next destination a surprise until we arrive.

It’s Central Park.