blackmail to make her talk, and Lacy had it down to an art form. Kat would have to tell her about the kiss.
“Okay, fine. When Tristan came over, he kissed me again after we had cake.”
“And…” Lacy waved for her to continue.
Kat hesitated, but only for a second. “It was crazy intense.” The memory of that scorching moment, the way he’d touched her, inside and out, with his erotic kisses. He’d overwhelmed her senses and taken her for a ride that had left her breathless and aching in dark, secret places.
Her friend scooted closer. “Like, how intense?”
“Lacy,” Kat said, groaning. “I’m not telling you anything else. It was intense. That’s all you’re going to get.”
“Hmm. Well, it’s nice to see you having some fun, Kat. You are way too serious, you know. Burying yourself in books is not the way to spend your life.”
“I know, I know.” She sighed. She needed to stick to “Operation Adventure.” Just because her first foray into the world of living on the edge had ended with her discovering Tristan’s sordid romantic and elitist family history, it didn’t mean she couldn’t keep trying to have fun in other ways. Ways that didn’t involve a certain British bad boy. But she wasn’t going to let Lacy distract her from her need to hear about G. David. Books would always be a huge part of her life, even if she was out seeking some adventures. They were friends she could take with her whenever she and her father moved. Sure, she’d kept in touch online with a few girlfriends from high school, and Ben occasionally e-mailed or texted, but it wasn’t the same as being able to see them in person. It was easy to grow apart from people when you moved away.
I hate good-byes .
But coming here for school meant she was guaranteed three years in the same place. Mark and Lacy were her first real friends in a long time because Kat finally knew for sure that things in her life wouldn’t suddenly change.
“Okay, I told you about last night, so what about G. David?”
Leaning close, a conspiratorial twinkle in her eyes, Lacy spoke. “They apparently had someone call in this morning and ask to buy that first edition of The Mysterious Island you were staring at last week.”
Kat’s heart fluttered. She’d never be able to afford it, but she hadn’t been able to resist wanting it. “How’d you find out about it?”
“I overheard one of the store clerks confirming the order while I was buying some Terry Brooks novels.”
Kat almost smiled, but then something clicked. An image of Tristan holding on to the worn paperback from her shelf. The way he’d looked at the book, then at her, as though sorting out a puzzle. No. It couldn’t be… But it was the only conclusion that made sense. He’d seen her book last night and then today he’d gone to G. David and bought the first edition. Did he intend to give it to her? She couldn’t see any other reason for him to do that, since he hadn’t mentioned that he was a Jules Verne fan.
Kat glanced at her watch. She had about half an hour before her next class, which was just enough time for her to visit the bookshop. She grabbed her books and shoved them into her bag. “I want to see it again before the buyer picks it up.”
Lacy followed as they exited the library. The courtyard was covered with snow now, but in the warmer months, the white stone library was a rich contrast against the green grass. There was so much that she loved about Cambridge: the town, the university, the people. It felt more like home than anywhere she’d lived before. Like going to school in a fairy-tale village with castles on every corner.
“If you’re going all the way to G. David, I’ll catch you later for dinner. Text me, okay?” Lacy called out as they parted ways.
“Bye!” Kat waved but she was already walking, with one thing on her mind. Well, maybe two things, the book and one sexy-as-hell, off-limits, future earl. Damn .
G. David was every book
“Okay, fine. When Tristan came over, he kissed me again after we had cake.”
“And…” Lacy waved for her to continue.
Kat hesitated, but only for a second. “It was crazy intense.” The memory of that scorching moment, the way he’d touched her, inside and out, with his erotic kisses. He’d overwhelmed her senses and taken her for a ride that had left her breathless and aching in dark, secret places.
Her friend scooted closer. “Like, how intense?”
“Lacy,” Kat said, groaning. “I’m not telling you anything else. It was intense. That’s all you’re going to get.”
“Hmm. Well, it’s nice to see you having some fun, Kat. You are way too serious, you know. Burying yourself in books is not the way to spend your life.”
“I know, I know.” She sighed. She needed to stick to “Operation Adventure.” Just because her first foray into the world of living on the edge had ended with her discovering Tristan’s sordid romantic and elitist family history, it didn’t mean she couldn’t keep trying to have fun in other ways. Ways that didn’t involve a certain British bad boy. But she wasn’t going to let Lacy distract her from her need to hear about G. David. Books would always be a huge part of her life, even if she was out seeking some adventures. They were friends she could take with her whenever she and her father moved. Sure, she’d kept in touch online with a few girlfriends from high school, and Ben occasionally e-mailed or texted, but it wasn’t the same as being able to see them in person. It was easy to grow apart from people when you moved away.
I hate good-byes .
But coming here for school meant she was guaranteed three years in the same place. Mark and Lacy were her first real friends in a long time because Kat finally knew for sure that things in her life wouldn’t suddenly change.
“Okay, I told you about last night, so what about G. David?”
Leaning close, a conspiratorial twinkle in her eyes, Lacy spoke. “They apparently had someone call in this morning and ask to buy that first edition of The Mysterious Island you were staring at last week.”
Kat’s heart fluttered. She’d never be able to afford it, but she hadn’t been able to resist wanting it. “How’d you find out about it?”
“I overheard one of the store clerks confirming the order while I was buying some Terry Brooks novels.”
Kat almost smiled, but then something clicked. An image of Tristan holding on to the worn paperback from her shelf. The way he’d looked at the book, then at her, as though sorting out a puzzle. No. It couldn’t be… But it was the only conclusion that made sense. He’d seen her book last night and then today he’d gone to G. David and bought the first edition. Did he intend to give it to her? She couldn’t see any other reason for him to do that, since he hadn’t mentioned that he was a Jules Verne fan.
Kat glanced at her watch. She had about half an hour before her next class, which was just enough time for her to visit the bookshop. She grabbed her books and shoved them into her bag. “I want to see it again before the buyer picks it up.”
Lacy followed as they exited the library. The courtyard was covered with snow now, but in the warmer months, the white stone library was a rich contrast against the green grass. There was so much that she loved about Cambridge: the town, the university, the people. It felt more like home than anywhere she’d lived before. Like going to school in a fairy-tale village with castles on every corner.
“If you’re going all the way to G. David, I’ll catch you later for dinner. Text me, okay?” Lacy called out as they parted ways.
“Bye!” Kat waved but she was already walking, with one thing on her mind. Well, maybe two things, the book and one sexy-as-hell, off-limits, future earl. Damn .
G. David was every book
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