Only essentials filled Brooke's bare office. Desk, file cabinet, computer and worst of all, beige paint. Brooke had a fierce scowl as she worked on the ledger on her desk. A ball cap hid most of her ponytailed hair, but she'd pushed the hat up just past her hairline. He hadn't seen her in a week, so it didn't feel wrong to just stand there and take in his fill. It had only taken twenty-four hours of sending her car porn before she responded in kind: first editions of classic books. As a book lover, of course, his heart pounded. As a bookstore owner, he almost fucking swooned. They were courting each other in their own strange way, but a face-to-face meeting was necessary to move them along to the next step. “Are you going to stand there drooling over me being dirty and sexy, or are you going to say something?” She sounded annoyed, but he'd watched her draw in a breath. She was forcing the frown to stay in place but was slowly losing the battle. He kept his expression blank, but his palms grew damp.
