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Liam’s apartment was on the second floor of the building, only a few doors down from the staircase. All Charlotte could think was that it was a hell of a lot bigger, nicer, and cleaner than the apartment she’d stayed in in Portland. The small entrance led into a spacious living and dining area. There was a ceiling-high TV unit that stretched across the one wall, but aside from the space designated for the TV, the whole unit was filled with more books than Charlotte had ever read in her life. Not only that, but there was also a large wooden bookshelf on the adjacent wall. Charlotte knew from their conversations that Liam liked to read, but seeing his collection, Charlotte knew that he must not just like reading— he must have loved it. A door from there led into the kitchen, which she wa