Falling For The Enemy
“I do. Although, on many nights, I simply like to read with only the lamp on, and the moonlight shimmering overhead. It’s utterly enchanting and so peaceful.”
She could picture him like that, reclining on the day bed, a book in hand, the moonlight filtering on him. So sexy. She shook her head to clear her mind from those tantalizing images of him.
“What sort of books do you like to read?” she asked.
“I read a lot of philosophy—Dostoevsky, Plato, Socrates, Kant...”
“That’s…deep,” she said, still skimming over the shelves.
“I also read thrillers. Dan Brown, Lee Child, and Matthew Reilly.”