" Ignoring me, he read the title of the book I kept firmly between our gazes. "Lover awakened. " He nestled his head on my shoulder. "Weren't you reading this book last month? "
"No."
He raised a brow.
"Yes. I can't stop. I've read it twenty-seven times in a row. "

― Darynda Jones , Eighth Grave After Dark (Charley Davidson, #8)