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He’s reading the book.
Today.
People ask Kyle about your published works, and he gives them the same answer because he doesn't know much.
It’s not that you haven’t talked about it. You’ve been open about being a published author, that you do book signings, attend conventions, go to meetings. It’s the content of your work that’s a mystery. Kyle hasn’t pushed for information if you’re not willing to share. For all he knows, you could be writing books about serial killers or cults or the anatomy of deep-sea marine life.
But curiosity is a fickle beast.
Which is why he does it politely. Not invading your personal space or digging through your things.
Kyle checks the local library. He finds the type of books his mum would read in the evenings before bed. Harlequin Romances. Logo and all.
The Error of Deceiving an Earl.
The Viscount’s Meddlesome Matchmaker.
Wed in Haste to the Rakish Duke.
Kyle opens the sample to read for the third, immediately exiting after a few pages when the duke’s new wife slaps him across the face and pursues her, only to edge her until she apologizes.
No serial killers. No cults. No deep-sea marine life.