Chapter 47

Chris’s POV

Back in the familiarity of my apartment, I found my thoughts inevitably drifting back to that unexpected encounter with Megan at the bookstore.

Sinking onto the worn couch, I let out a low chuckle, shaking my head in lingering disbelief.

"Doing errands for her friend's insatiable bodice-ripper addiction? Really, Megan?"

I could easily picture the slight flush gracing her refined features as she admitted to being the one tasked with purchasing those lurid romance novels.

A wry grin tugged at my lips. "And here I figured you were one of those literary snobs who turned up their nose at anything without the appropriate intellectual pedigree."

Propping my boot-clad feet up on the scarred coffee table, I let my head loll back against the cushions, replaying the unexpected glimpses of warmth and affability Megan had revealed today.

She never failed to volley back my teasing remarks with that slightly flustered yet charm