...That Isn't What I Meant

Izzy had been surprised but pleased by Julian's offer to have her come over and read. She was currently on the fourth book of her series and there were seven of them out. She needed to finish them all before the library got a few copies of the highly anticipated last book. 

The waiting lists were already a mile long but she had a trick up her sleeve. As one of the people in charge of cataloging the books, she would simply make one of the copies temporarily disappear. All it would take was a few hours. She would be able to get it back to the catalogue area by morning and no one would ever know. 

After dropping the kids off at her apartment (they all thought the two of them were going on a real date rather than sneaking some much-needed alone time), she sat down at his kitchen table with a sigh. Today's takeout smelled delicious. 

"You're a lifesaver," Izzy said appreciatively. "Thank you."