That was miserable. Roane deserved better than to be working 24/7. “Well, I’m glad to give you an excuse to relax. Roane, you need to take better care of yourself. Everyone needs a day off.”

He grunted as only men can grunt, and I couldn’t decide if that was an agreement grunt or an “it is what it is” grunt.

“Where’s Shadow?” I changed the subject.

“He’s with Caro. I didn’t want to leave him in the car when we go to the supermarket. I’ll pick him up after tea.”

I nodded and we lapsed into comfortable silence as I watched the beautiful countryside pass us by.

“I was thinking I could take you to Barter Books before we go to the supermarket.”

My eyes lit up. “Ooh. A bookstore?”

Smiling, possibly at my utter nerdiness, Roane replied, “Not just any bookstore. It’s a used bookstore inside the old Alnwick railway station. It’s famous round here.”

“You sure know how to show a girl a good time, Roane Robson.”

“See, from any other woman that could be construed as sarcasm, but I think you actually mean it.”

“I do.” I chuckled. “Books are life.”

He took his eyes off the road for a second to flash me that teasing smile of his, and I pretended not to feel the effects of it in places a friend shouldn’t.

•   •   •

I was in love.

Inside the old station with its vaulted aluminum roof with shafts of light pouring in through skylights, I stared at the rows upon rows of bookcases. Through the bustle of people, there was something to catch the eye at every turn. Not just books, but interesting chandeliers that looked like something out of a steampunk novel. Reading areas set up in breaks between stacks, tables with chairs so people could lounge, read, drink their coffee as crowds milled around them. The rows of bookcases down the middle of the large room were connected at the top by strips of wood painted white and printed with a verse I recognized from the Song of Solomon. Each strip was a line from The Beloved’s Request: The Shulamite.

My favorite line from the verse they’d used was “For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone.” I took out my phone and snapped a shot of it.

“So pretty,” I murmured, wondering at the choice behind using the verse.

Roane took my hand, drawing my attention to him, and he nodded to our right. There was a café in the bookshop called the Station Buffet.

There was a possibility I would die at the whimsy of it all.

“It’s like something out of Harry Potter.”

Laughing at my overexcitement, Roane squeezed my hand. “You’re very cute.”

Something in his eyes made me feel flushed. I looked away and tugged on his hand. “Let’s explore.”