Semua Bab The Bookstore Temptation: Bab 1 - Bab 10

It had just cleared when Aria Blackwood leaned her face against the window of the sleek black town car, watching rivulets follow down the surface like tiny shooting stars. The city sped by beyond it in a gray and metal kaleidoscope, but none of that was what she wanted. "Are we there yet, Leo?" she asked brightly, tilting her head to glimpse the driver through the open partition. Leo glanced at her in the rearview mirror, a small smile flickering on his lips. He'd driven her hundreds of places—ballet class, art class, high-end prep school parties—but none made her eyes sparkle like this one. "Almost, Miss Blackwood. Two blocks." Aria hugged her tote bag against her chest, her secret. Stuffed inside was her allowance in savings, the note she'd written on a Post-it cat figure, and her picture of favorite bookstore lady. Because when Aria showed Lena pictures, Lena smiled. The automobile took a turn down a thinner street between foreboding office buildings and hip cafés. There, as

The city sky had grown dark to a mellow gray, the kind that swathed everything in gentleness—buildings, trees, people. Rain still lingered in the air, shrouding the windows of **Chapter & Soul** in a soft mist. Inside, the world progressed more slowly, more softly. It was perfumed with old books, chamomile tea, and something sweet that Lena had baked and not labeled. It was toward the end of the afternoon when Aria returned, skipping into the shop with a butterfly clip in her hair and a stack of drawings clutched tightly in her hand. She arrived alone, at least temporarily—Leo had brought her, but promised her father would come to fetch her later again. "He's trying," Leo had said, as if it were something to be observed. Lena opened the door with a warm smile and a chocolate chip cookie ready on a napkin. "For the artist," she said, holding out the cookie as if it were an award from the gods. Aria grinned. "I made a whole story today. With dragons and treasure and a sad knight!"

The soft groan of wood rang out in the quiet bookstore as Lena turned over the last sign on the door: **CLOSED**. Outside, the city drew a breath, illuminated by amber streetlights and the quiet rumble of passing cars. Within, the world held its breath. Warm. Intimate. Holy.Lena closed the door, her hand skimming the edge as if shutting a holy vessel. She did not rush to turn off the lights. Rather, she walked between the shelves, letting her fingertips trace worn spines and whitened covers, breathing in the scent of paper and years. The bookstore was her sanctuary. Her cathedral.She slouched into her best corner chair—stuffed, tufted velvet in tired blue—pullding out a book from her tote. A quiet night's reading before bed was now her ritual, and for tonight, she opened what was familiar and comforting: *The Light Between Oceans*. The book always bore its imprint on her. Loss. Forgiveness. Breaking and binding decisions. She opened to the top of it, and the world disintegrated.Som

The sunlight pouring in through the front windows of *Chapter & Soul* drenched the shiny wood floors in slanted sheets of golden light. The scent of cinnamon and old paper clung to the air—Lena's scent—and the muted whine of a record playing in the back provided a lazy, jazzy rhythm to the morning.Lena disinfected the front counter, her thoughts wandering.She hadn't expected him to appear today.It was a relaxed Thursday. School hours meant no Aria, and most of the regulars wouldn't wander in until later. The doorbell over the door hadn't rung all morning, and she was almost grateful for the peace. Grateful to get lost in the quiet, to lose herself between pages and responsibilities.And yet…When the doorbell finally rang, her breath was caught.She turned slowly, fabric still gripped in hand.Julian Blackwood.Once more.He was a picture of contrasts—steel-gray suit, black overcoat draped over one arm, and those eyes that always seemed to be measuring the world. There was a cuttin

It was the kind of afternoon that wrapped itself in quiet. Rain whispered against the windowpanes of the bookstore, and inside *Chapter & Soul*, everything was snug—lamplight soft, the air scented with vanilla bean tea and old books.Lena Carter loved rain. It kept razor wire off the city streets. It made everyone move slowly. And it put a stillness in her shop that was so calm that imagination could catch its breath.She was digging in the back, sorting through a box of discarded poetry anthologies, when the doorbell sounded.She didn't look up right away."Welcome to Chapter & Soul," she said softly.Heavy footsteps stomped across the store. She glanced up and flashed her usual easy smile—only to freeze halfway.The man who strode in wasn't the usual customer. Not the dreamy reader type. Not the local regular.This guy was. boisterous, even when he was quiet.Mid-forties. Power suit. Expensive but ill-fitting. Slicked back hair, pursed lips on a smug smile. His gaze roamed the shop,