So Katie had spent the week in a fog, going to work, coming home, only checking her cell phone a hundred times a day or so, sure one minute he would call, despairing that he never would the next. At least she’d lost three pounds that week, because she could hardly eat anything. She was too distracted.

“Hi there.”

It’s him.

She looked through the stacks to find the source of that voice and saw Liam peering at her between the spines of Koontz and King. Her heart hammered in her chest and immediately her palms felt clammy.

“Hi,” she said faintly, trying to discern if she was actually seeing him, or maybe she was hallucinating?

“I’m looking for a book.” He came around the stacks, his shoulders so broad they almost brushed the shelves on each side.

She straightened, librarian-mode kicking in. “What book?”

“ To Protect and Serve-a Dom’s Guide.”

Katie frowned, already running through the catalog in her head-and she had an extensive personal reading list to draw from as well. “Who’s the author?”

“Liam Quinn”

She stared at him, blinking. “You wrote a book?”

“Oh never mind, here it is.” He flashed an impossibly sexy smile, holding up a hardcover with a woman on the front. She was restrained, hands behind her, nude, back, bottom, and the side of her breast showing.

“That’s not one of ours.” She knew it before she even checked the spine for a call number. The library had strict policies about books with nudity on the cover. She’d had to order most of her BDSM books from Amazon.

“No.” He held it out. “It’s for you.”

It was one she hadn’t read, although she supposed she shouldn’t be surprised. There were hundreds, if not thousands, of books on the subject.