Why did he love this author so much?
My fingers reached for book one of the series that was right in front of my face, but then I paused, and looked at the wolf again.
Whatever his reason for having so many copies, he couldn’t have hated this author.
And I didn’t want to know what he loved, because if I did, I’d develop some kind of feelings for him. I was too sensitive not to, honestly.
So I withdrew my hand, and headed toward the shower.
The wolf let me pass, and luckily, didn’t nudge me with his nose as I slipped out and stepped into the bathroom.
Before I could shut the door, though, he stepped in too.