The stepbrother I ran from is my new professor.
"Yes. Hi. You're Edward?"
"That's me. Owner, manager, and occasionally the guy who fixes the broken coffee maker." He shook my hand. "Thanks for coming in. Want to take a walk around while we talk?"
"Sure."
He led me through the store, pointing out sections. "We're organized pretty traditionally. Fiction, non-fiction, young adult, children's. But we also have some specialty sections based on what sells well here."
We turned a corner and I stopped.
An entire wall dedicated to romance. And not just any romance—dark romance, enemies-to-lovers, mafia romance, arranged marriage, all the subgenres I devoured in private.
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