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“There has to be at least a hundred books there!”
“There’s about two and a half months’ worth of reading?” I guessed. “I mean, if you’re a fast enough reader?”
She continued to gape at me.
“How long will it take to ring them up?” I asked impatiently, glancing at my watch.
“I… I’ll do it now,” she mumbled, reaching for the first stack.
“I’ll be back in a minute. I’m just making a call outside.”
I retreated to the street and knocked on the driver’s window. Harrison rolled down the window. “Go wait in the bookstore. I have some packages coming.”
“Right away, sir.”
He got out of the car, and I ambled to the side to call out. Mylee answered on the second ring.
“Oh, good!” she sighed into the phone. “I can’t get a hold of anyone else. Are you coming home for dinner?”
“Maybe,” I teased. “What did you make?”
“Is my cooking that bad that you gauge your dinner plans on what I’m making?” she replied dryly.
“No. I’m coming home regardless, and I happen to enjoy your cooking. I’m just trying to mentally prepare.”
“It’s taco night.”
“I really wish you’d stop fussing over us.”
“It gives me something to do,” she replied. “But are you really coming back for dinner? I’m starting to get a complex.”
“I am. I just had to make a stop on the way. I’ll be there in about half an hour.”
“Great!” She sounded relieved. “And you don’t know where Kai and Pax are?”
“I don’t,” I replied. “But I can call them.”
“No, don’t,” she said quickly. “We’re all still going to that gala tomorrow, right?”
“The charity auction, yes.” I considered telling her my thoughts about having her take over, but I changed my mind at the last minute. “I’ll see you soon. Need anything?”
“No. Just someone to come and eat all this food.”
“Keep it hot for me.”
“It’s hot for you.”
I smiled, warmth rushing down my spine.
And I’m hot for you,I thought, hanging up, a wave of guilt rushing through me.
I shouldn’t be hot for her. I couldn’t afford to get attached to her or anyone else. I’d already learned my lesson with Angela.
* * *
No one was home when I arrived, but the smell of taco seasoning reached my nostrils, and my stomach growled.
“There you are! That was way longer than—” Mylee turned the corner into the foyer and stopped mid-sentence as Harrison unloaded the pile of books onto the sitting bench. “—half an hour.”
