“What did you pick?” He gestured to the book she held in her hands.
“Emma.”
“They made a movie on that one, right?”
Leah covered her mouth, though her giggle slipped out. “Yes, but I prefer the book instead.”
Cole swallowed. “How are you?”
“I’m great. How are you?”
“Better now you’re here.”
“Are you okay? You left the restaurant pretty quickly.” She threaded her fingers through her hair.
“Yeah, my mother called. She needed me to help with some baking.”
Leah’s lips tightened as if to hide a laugh.
“What? I can cook.”
She waved away his comment. “I don’t think so.”
“I’ve come a long way from a grilled cheese sandwich.” His voice slightly raised in defense.
Leah pressed a finger to her lips. “Not too loud. We’re in a library.”
He waggled his eyebrows. “You started it.”
She extended her hand to his. “Okay, truce. You can cook, and I’m sorry for saying otherwise.”
He took hold of her hand, loving the touch of her smooth fingers. “Truce. What have you been up to lately?”
Leah slipped her hand from his and backed up to where she leaned against the bookshelf. “Why? You missed me again?”
He drew closer. “Would it bother you if I did?”
She shook her head. “No, it wouldn’t.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t call you after the wedding. There’s a lot—”
“I know, Cole. I’ve been busy too.”
“I wanted… I wanted to ask if…”
She lowered her head for a moment. “Are you referring to what almost happened at Holly and Josh’s wedding?” She then lifted her chin.
Cole’s heart thudded inside his chest. “I don’t want to pressure you. I know you’ve had a lot going on. You have things you want to do on your own.”
Her smile grew. “I do.”
“And…”
“And what?”
“I don’t want to hurt my brother.”
Leah rubbed her head. “I’ve been meaning to talk to him. I’ve been trying to sort things out.” Her gaze met his once more. “I don’t know what to do with what I’m feeling, Cole.”