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“What are you reading?”

“Uh,” I said, face turning a bright red JustAny normal book that won’t embarrass you “Uh…”

A slow smile spread across his lips They were nice lips, too “Here,” he said, reaching to take it from under my arm

All sorts of internal alarer Bad Very bad All I could do was stand there in stupid shock, watching as he tapped the screen and woke up my Kindle—the one I’d never bothered to password protect

The man’s eyebrows shot up “Wow This is quite the library” His face scrunched up when he noticed so, then he burst out with a deep chuckle “The Cocktopus? Any chance you can give me a plot summary on that one?”

A sound so cat” and “old, rusty door” escaped from my lips “I can explain that”

Hethe Kindle back to me “You look embarrassed,” he said seriously “Don’t be Too many people are asha from ant”

Noasa pass at me?

“See,” I said, talking more to fill the silence than for any other reason “I don’t always read the title of books I got started on that one, and then the hero got sooo on his… Yeah And before I knew it, I was reading a story about the dreaded octocock and his sexual exploits”

“You like reading on those thingsto the Kindle

“I’ve kind of always hoped I’d becoht this would be easier than always having to walk to the store Actually though, walking to the store and s around all of that It’s part of theover the Kindle and looking at it “But he gave it to uess?”

The o about ten er zone like I was theperson he’d ever met His eyes hardly moved from mine, and the way he see and unnerving “So you want to write?” he asked The shadow of a smile crossed his mouth “I wonder if the stories in your head are as dirty as the ones on that thing?”

I claot eot quiet Butsarcastic or funny to diffuse thequality, and I’d already decided I wasn’t going to uy With an effort, I forcednormal, even if it was a few beats too slow to sound natural “I just like writing It doesn’t even have to be a story, so…”