"Lucky me. You've got a lot of books," she commented.
She studied his profile, the sexy, angular lines of it,
the way the dark glasses concealed the fascinating
contrast of those eyes of pure, light green.
"It's hard to picture you curling up with a good book."
"Stretching out," he said, correcting her. "Women curl up
with books, guys stretch out."
"Oh, I see. That's entirely different."
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