Chapter 20
Kim sat cross-legged on the floor, in a compact room as far as she could get away from Steph, pretending to examine the books in front of her. She’d retrieved several hand-stitched volumes from the little side room she’d discovered.
A room that had nothing but shelves in front of the stone walls. No chairs or tables, and only soft overhead lighting rather than the cozy lamps all over the rest of the basement and the store upstairs.
Even the carpet she sat on was an ordinary light brown, somewhere between an old shag and a modern flat version. Thank goodness the padding underneath was generous.
This room smelled different, too. Hints of that wonderful book scent, of course, and a lingering warmth of wood from the fireplace out in the main room. There was a trace of…age here.
