" Sam hauled open the library door." There you are!" Whit pushed up from the desk he'd been hunched over. " We thought you two had given up on us." " Unlike some people I know," I said, removing my mittens and scarf, " we don't live here." " She says that now." Sam followed me toward Whit's and Orrin's desks, where they worked over flat electronic screens. " But the first thing she said when I showed her the library was that we should move in." Orrin lifted an eyebrow, oddly delicate for someone so large. " The acoustics would be terrible. "