Anna was well aware of his intentions toward her, but he didn’t intend to moon about like a lovesick idiot while she got over her fears. The problem was—and this annoyed him to no end—he missed her. And he was a lovesick idiot. He couldn’t concentrate because he kept wondering how the move to the new library was progressing, if she was going to be happier in that gilded monstrosity across the street, and if she was thinking about him at all. The library had closed during the week while movers packed the last of the books into crates and lugged the furniture to the first floor of the Capitol, where it cluttered the floor of the rotunda until it could be carted across the street. On the day of the move itself, Luke surrendered to the whims of his infatuation, put on his heavy coat, and headed to the new library. The space between the two buildings was choked with carts and wagons. The Army Corp of Engineers had built the new library, and their soldiers were overseeing the move as well.
