She leaned back in the well-worn leather chair and turned the pages of the book in front of her. It was one of the classics—Anne of Green Gables—and she’d never had the chance to read it before.
Her feet were tucked under her and the sun was streaming through the multi-paned windows. She took a deep breath. She loved that. The inhalation of the smell of books and wood.
The library was one of the grandest rooms in the castle. Set in the base of one of the large drum towers, the circular bookshelves ran along the inside of the room on three different levels. There was even a sliding set of stairs that allowed you to reach the books on the top level. But the real pièce de résistance was the views all around the tower. Sitting in the middle of the room Laurie could see the sea on one side and the beautiful gardens on the other. The room was every book lover’s dream.
The knock at the door startled her. She’d closed the door and turned the key in the lock in order to try and have a little privacy.
