"I can read your book too," he said, raising his brows, "How about you bring your book to the Ennington estate? We can read it out loud in the parlor, it'd be lovely." And a good chance to spend time with her, it seemed to him. He smiled earnestly, flashing that almost perfect grin her way.

"I know we've barely met, but I already think of you as a friend." And he thought, he was going to woo the dickens out of her.

"We can read mine after we read yours, how about that?" he asked.