Naomi's POV

The hallway echoed under my heels as I made my way toward the library. I wasn't looking for a book-at least not the kind you read. I needed silence, a place to think. But more than that, I needed space from him.

Raymond.

Ever since the dinner, he'd been acting differently, not cold-but careful. Like he was watching me and not just with his eyes. With his mind.

I pushed the door open and stepped in.

The smell of leather and old pages wrapped ...