Page 115 of Bookworm

"What?" I asked.

"You called me Bo," he said.

Heat crawled up my cheeks. "I did not."

"Yeah," he said, smile widening a bit more at my obvious discomfort. "You did. Called me your boyfriend too."

"Well," I stammered, "you must be hearing things."

"Don't think so."

When Bo just kept giving me that look, I changed the subject.

"You know, I'm still surprised about the book thing," Isaid. "Your grandma's so cool. I love howshe reads books with and without heat."

"No idea what that means," he said.

I blinked. "Heat, Bo. Spice, smut, sexy times. That's what I meant."

His face flushed then. "Ah."

"You didn't know some of the books were like that?"

"Nope."

"The shirtless guys on the covers weren't a clue?"

"I didn't know," Bo gritted out.

I giggled but forced myself to pull it together as heshot me a dark glance. The idea of him checking out books for his grandmawas sweet. But thefact that he was checking out naughty books for his grandma and didn't have a clue?

Priceless.

"It's understandable," I said with a shrug. "How could you know unless you'd read them?"

"Yeah," he said, running a hand down the back of his neck. The motion stilled as his gazelandedback on mine. "But youread them, right?"

"Yeah.Honestly, I thought you were doing it to annoy me, picking these swoony romance titles," I said, thinking of all the times he'd come in, laid down a list, and mademe accompany him to the proper shelves. "Either that or you enjoyed making me blush."

"Definitely the second one," he said.

His words caused a deeper blush to stain my cheeks, and Bo chuckled.

"Also, that wasn't what I meant."

I looked to him in question, and he lifted a brow.

"These books, you read them too," he repeated. "I remember you telling me some of them were your favorites."

"And I remember you saying you'd read them," I put in.

"Oh I'm going to," he said. "Justhad to wait forHalmeonito finish."

I gulped as a new expression appeared on his face, this one decidedly more wicked.

"Gotta see what all that blushing is about."

"That's not necessary."

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