The library was always quiet at this hour, the kind of hush that made the rustle of pages sound like thunder. Stella Cox adjusted her glasses, her fingers trembling slightly as she turned another page of The History of Erotic Art. She had chosen the most secluded corner, tucked between towering bookshelves, but the way her breath hitched every time the door creaked open betrayed her.
Bryan Gozzling didn’t belong here. Not in this sanctum of whispered knowledge, where the air smelled of old paper and polished wood. He was all sharp edges—tailored suit hugging broad shoulders, dark stubble shadowing a jaw that looked like it could cut glass, and eyes so green they seemed to glow in the dim light. Stella had noticed him the moment he walked in, the way his gaze swept the room like he was searching for something—or someone. When those eyes locked onto hers, she froze, her pulse hammering in her throat.
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