“Just read his profile,” Nate urged her.

She scrolled down. “He wants to meet at a used bookstore, browse the stacks, grab a coffee and talk about great American writers of the twentieth century.” She looked up at Nate with a smile. “He says, ‘Me, you, Hemingway, Steinbeck, and Faulkner.’” She tucked her phone back into her purse. “I’ll have to send Book Lover a message.”

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