To Alex's surprise, she didn't receive another reply. She obsessively looked at her email day after day, waiting for the ax to fall. She'd considered calling Aaron and apologizing, but when he didn't reply, she hoped that maybe he hadn't gotten the email after all. Maybe the universe had decided to be kind to her for once.
"Do you have this book?" a girl asked Alex, startling her out of her thoughts.
The girl handed Alex a small piece of paper with a name scrawled across it. Alex's lips quirked. She knew this author well: she wrote steamy historical romance novels. Alex had read every single one.
Alex eyed the girl in front of her. She didn't recognize her. She was tall—almost a head taller than Alex—but she wouldn't meet Alex's gaze. Alex couldn't help but notice that the girl's jeans
