CHAPTER 20
DID MITCHELL GRAY just call me beautiful? I barely had time to process his words before he whisked me out of the door and down the street again. He sort of did, didn’t he?
“Bookstore next?”
“Wherever you… Yes, please.”
It wasn’t like any bookstore I’d ever seen before, more a room in a small house at the end of the street, stuffed from floor to ceiling with second-hand books in every genre imaginable. An old man sat on a high stool next to the cash register, and his eyes jerked open when Mitch rang a small brass bell on the counter.
“Ah, young Mitchell. You’ve finally brought your girl in to meet me.”
“I have. This is Vivien.”
The old-timer held out a steady hand, and I shook it.
“Nice to meet you.”
“Pleasure’s all mine. I’m Clive. Been running this bookstore for thirty
