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"Life happened, Noah. The bills, the city, Adrian... dreams like that require a lot of things I don't have right now. Especially money." Noah's expression didn't flicker. He set his cup down firmly. "I want to build it for you." Lydia froze, her fork halfway to her mouth. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with shock. "What?" "I own a block of storefronts on Main Street," Noah said. "One of them just became vacant. It has the perfect large window. My construction crew can have it renovated and ready for a commercial kitchen by the end of the month."

Two chapters from me. One from Noah. The book was at chapter fourteen of the first volume of the seven book series. At this rate we would finish the first volume in three weeks. I had already ordered the second. Noah closed the book. He put it on the bedside table. He looked at the ammonite. He looked at Adrian in the small chair. "You should stay," he said. The room was very quiet. Adrian looked at him. "At the hotel?" he said. Noah shook his head.

By the time I was done, I had a stack of seven books in my hands. “Now, where is that reading nook I saw?” I mumbled, making my way through the route I had taken. I had spotted a small area, almost hidden from the rest of the library— I wouldn’t have it if I hadn’t paid attention to my surroundings. It was a cosy spot, with a small couch and a table beside it where a standing lamp was. It was the perfect place to hide and read.

Because even though the building might be ready, it would still take a few weeks to paint and place all the books back in their rightful place before we would open our doors to the grand public. As I made my way into the new building, my heart swelled with emotions as I looked around. The library had become a masterpiece if I said so myself. Shelves were all waiting to be filled with books, cozy reading nooks were scattered around the place, and state-of-the-art technology was bringing this place into the right century. Sunlight streamed through the large windows like I had hoped for, casting a warm glow over the rows of desks and chairs placed in the center of the room. It was a space where

I waddled through the grand hallways like a very tired, very rich penguin. Noah became a total lunatic. His protective instincts mutated into paranoia. He cancelled every international meeting and refused to leave the estate He ordered Caleb to move his massive desk out of his downstairs office. He planted it directly in the corner of our master bedroom, refusing to let me climb stairs alone. He hired contractors to wrap thick, ugly foam padding around every sharp furniture corner in the entire mansion. The priceless antique coffee tables looked like giant marshmallows. "Noah, I am pregnant, not blind," I complained one morning. I peeled a piece of foam off the bedroom dresser. "I can avoid