“Did you say something?” Noah asked when he reentered the library and attached the leash to Magnus’s collar.

Other than a small part of me wishing I could switch places with Magnus? “No. I’m parked out front.”

He led the way, which allowed me to walk behind him and enjoy the fact that his jeans were very well fitted and he filled them out nicely.

I tried not to sigh. I did not have nearly as much willpower as I thought I did. I was crumbling like a sandcastle at high tide.

To distract myself I asked, “So, you said they’re doing a feature on you and Magnus?”

He glanced over his shoulder with a wry expression. “I know, it sounds pretentious. But yes.”

It didn’t sound the least bit pretentious to me. Because I was totally going to read that article and would probably even cut it out and put it in my old scrapbook. I’d started it back when he was starring on the teen show Late for Class as Felix Morrison. He played the mischievous ladies’ man who was always getting in and out of schemes, to his principal’s great frustration. The show was originally intended to be a showcase for the actress who played his homeroom teacher, but they quickly discovered that the teen girls were much more interested in Felix and he became the breakout star.

When I was younger, I used to clip magazine articles about Noah and the show, along with printing out stories and pictures of him from the internet, and put them all in my scrapbook. I wondered where it was. I hadn’t seen that thing in years. My mom would probably know.

Noah opened the front door, and I made my way over to the van. He read the name on the side. “Waggin’ Wheels. Clever.”

“Thanks.” I got out my keys to unlock the van.

He apparently had no concept of personal boundaries, as he stood close enough to me that if I moved even a fraction of an inch, my back would be pressed against his front. Flustered, I dropped my keys not once, but twice.

Shaking my head, I finally pushed the unlock and then the door open buttons to open the van. The lights popped on as I climbed in.

“Wow,” he said. “This wasn’t what I was expecting.”

“It’s nice, isn’t it?” The inside was a pristine white with different stainless steel stations for each part of the grooming process, along with white overhead cabinets to hold all of my supplies. It almost looked like the inside of a spaceship. “Come in,” I told him. “I call it my Hair Force One.”

His expression didn’t alter.

“Get it?” I said, just in case he didn’t realize it was a joke.