When she raised her gaze to meet his, he gave her a little half-smile. Seth didn’t say a word, but he reached out and put the book in her hands. She’d been painfully shy back then, so when she realized this good-looking teenage boy was holding the book she needed, she’d dropped her eyes and prepared to slink away. Seth already had the book off the shelf when she approached with the call numbers written down on a slip of paper. That month, she’d been trying to be artsy and poetic, one of her many flights of fancy as a kid, so she decided to read and sigh over Lord Byron, although she didn’t understand much of the poetry. He never spoke-not to her or anyone else. He’d always worn the same beat-up Army jacket, and he would read everything from Roman military history to biographies of business tycoons. Often she’d look up from where she read in her favorite chair to see Seth scouring the stacks.

She’d been a hopeless bookworm and spent hours in the library after school. The small town was predisposed to welcome the boy after his grandfather died, but his sullen, hostile attitude hadn’t won him any friends. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks referenced in this work of fiction: Duke University and Cheerios.īefore the afternoon of Mac’s funeral, Erin’s longest interaction with Seth Thomas was over a volume of Byron’s poetry.Įrin Marshall had been in middle school when sixteen-year-old Seth showed up in town to live with Mac, who was some sort of distant cousin and the closest surviving relative he had.Īccording to Mac, Seth was orphaned early and raised by his grandfather, who’d owned a car dealership a few counties away and had left him to the care of a nanny.

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