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It wasn’t the first time she wondered, but gazing at her budding savior, the thought had never been more pertinent.

“I’m pleased to hear it.” His smile stretched wider. “Now, how about that dinner? We need fuel for this new chapter.”

Dinner. Her belly grumbled at the idea.

“But we haven’t even ordered.” She cringed as she remembered the state she’d been in when he’d led her away from the main restaurant. “They might have given our table away by now.”

“I doubt it.” He sounded exceptionally sure.

“Okay.” She was less certain. Places like Worthington’s wouldn’t be used to her abysmal behavior. “By the way, how did you know where we could come and talk?” She glanced around at the rows of dusty books. “What is this... a library?”

“It is, indeed.” His gaze followed her eyeline. “I needed somewhere to put all my first editions, and, as you’ll see, the house is already loaded with art and furniture.”

“Wait.” Her heart skipped a beat. “Are you saying all of these are yours?” She motioned around at the numerous vast bookcases. They were the kind that stretched from ceiling to floor and required ladders to reach those on the highest shelves. Amy had only ever seen them in the movies.

“Yes, Amy.” He chuckled, as though she was cute. “This whole place is mine.”

“The library?” Her brain was having trouble keeping up.

“Worthington’s,” he clarified.

You own Worthington’s?

Those words never made it to her mouth. She just stood there, gaping at the man who had so much while she had so little.

“Wow.” She gripped the mahogany.

“Sit down.” His large hand moved to cover hers. “I’ll have them serve us in here.”

Chapter Seven

Apartment Five

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PEERING AROUND THEplace that had been home for the last six months, Amy paused. She’d been stuffing what constituted her wardrobe into two duffel bags for the last ten minutes, but standing by her bed, the enormity of everything that had happened in the last few hours washed over her.