Rejected By My Mate, Claimed By Lycan Quadruplets
“Right. And this one about two rival bakers falling in love is clearly a political thriller.”
“It’s not what it looks like,” I said, stepping forward to reclaim the book.
He held it just out of reach. “You really do have a type.”
“I do not,” I shot back, trying to grab it again.
He tilted his head, a glint of amusement in his eyes. “You realize you’re confirming my point, right?”
I exhaled sharply, narrowing my eyes. “I’ll prove you wrong.”
“Oh?” he asked, clearly entertained.
“I’m going to beat your score on that reading challenge,” I said, nodding toward the chart on the far wall.