Love Note Found

A Bookish Confession

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The precariously balanced stack of novels held firm, but Amelia's composure did not. Her cheeks burned as Noah knelt beside her, his presence a warm breeze that sent her carefully planned confrontation sailing out the window.

"Need a hand?" he asked, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine. It was completely unfair how someone could look like a grumpy pirate and sound like melted chocolate.

Amelia mumbled a thanks, shoving a stray curl behind her ear.  This wasn't how this was supposed to go.  She imagined herself marching up to him, a literary warrior wielding a well-worn paperback. Instead, she felt like a flustered kitten tangled in yarn.

Noah straightened, his eyes lingering on hers for a beat too long.  "Never seen anyone so passionate about alphabetizing," he said, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes.

Amelia bristled. "It's not alphabetizing! It's, uh, maintaining genre order by publication date with a dash of color coordination for visual appeal."  The words tumbled out in a rush, making her sound more like a caffeinated librarian than a woman with a secret note burning a hole in her pocket.

Noah chuckled, the sound rich and warm. "Right, of course. Genre order by publication date with a dash of color coordination."  He winked.  "You must be Amelia, the romance expert?"

Amelia's heart hammered against her ribs.  "How did you...?" she trailed off, the question hanging heavy in the air.

Noah's smile softened.  "Let's just say your taste in novels is rather distinctive.  Not that there's anything wrong with a happily ever after," he added quickly, holding up his hands in mock defense.

Relief washed over Amelia, quickly followed by a surge of disappointment.  He hadn't written the inscription.  But then, who had?

Taking a deep breath, Amelia decided honesty was the best policy.  "Actually," she began, then hesitated.  This was crazy.  What if he thought she was a stalker?  But the inscription...the mystery gnawed at her.

"Actually?" Noah prompted gently.

Amelia plunged forward.  "There was an inscription in a book I bought here last week. A strange one, addressed to me."

Noah's brow furrowed.  "An inscription?  Can you describe it?"

Amelia reached into her bag, pulling out the worn paperback.  Flipping to the flyleaf, she pointed to the faded inscription scrawled in an elegant script: "To the girl who lives between the pages, waiting for her own adventure."

Noah's eyes widened as he read the inscription.  He looked up at Amelia, his expression unreadable.  The bookstore suddenly felt very small, the air thick with unspoken questions and a dawning realization.

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