[When this book was left, Colt knew precisely who it was from: Joss, who always made him feel like a villain in a story. Joss, who made him feel like he barked too loud and fought too hard. Joss, who made him think of his father with every damn breath she took.
The book was expensive. Colt preferred books about war heroes, but he knew this one, even if he'd never seen it in print. Her handwriting was expressive, as he expected it to be, damn woman. He wondered what Erin would make of her, this girl on the wrong side of sane, and he dragged his laptop over.]
[Locked to J Makepeace] Are you telling me this book about munchkins is about a globe, Joss? Come on now, even I know better.
You like books? Feel like a job, woman? Would that keep you from bombarding me with birthday wrapping paper?