“Hey, see these?” I gestured to everything I’d been reading. “Reckon I can take these home to keep going through? There’s some good stuff here.”
“Well, seeing as I own this club, I guess I own these books too, so yes, you can. But maybe sneak them out in your giant purse for now, so we don’t attract attention. Not that there’s anyone to stop us.” He glanced around the room, empty save for the two of us, then checked his watch. “We should probably head out; I need to go and find Rafe.”
“Okay.”
He gathered up all the albums and books I’d piled on the table and stood up, holding his hand out for me.
I took it, and that’s how we exited the archives. Together, holding hands.
Me, holding hands with Penn Shepherd, like it was the most normal thing in the world.
I was beginning to think that maybe it should be.
