Kaida, mouth agape, stared at the leather-bound journals Brady had placed on the table in the library. Wearing white gloves, he'd retrieved them from a high glass-encased shelf and had lined them in order. Fifty-two in all. Some bindings were cracked, the pages yellow with age. Others looked new and barely touched.

Amazing. So was the room. While Brady had been busy, she'd strolled around, fighting a bookgasm. They had first editions of most of her favorite classics and newer ...