Kat knew about a lot of things: she knew computers, she knew video games, she knew French, she knew how to fix a flat tire. She knew her Periodic Table, she knew how to diagram a sentence. She collected information like a bird, using it to build her mental nest, although the nest was never finished. You could never stop learning, never stop discovering.
But as she stood next to Gavin Danvers—grim, taciturn, tall, dark and handsome Gavin Danvers—she had no wealth of knowledge to understand why he affected her so much. He wasn’t even touching her, but simply having him stand next to her was enough to put her on alert, like an electrical buzzing through her veins. She gripped her bag tighter, like it could keep her from disintegrating into a pile of mush at his feet.
“Here you go.” The man
