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The crisp dusty scent of autumn cascaded down my back as another sorority group paraded into the book shop, joking and jabbing each other as they went straight to the coffee shop in the corner.
I shook my head at them, enjoying their excitement for fall before turning another page. My novel was getting to the good part, where the smoking hot park ranger slowly made advances upon the tomboy he saved from a flash flood. I was just barely aware of my surroundings now, enthralled by the story developing in my hands on sand colored pages. The image of his storm colored eyes glowing in the firelight as she gently rested against his shoulder, lips opened slightly, as if inviting him to-
Once again, another wash of cool air wisped against my thighs. This time, it was a loner, one with a confident grin on his face as he started off like the others: towards the caffeine. His stride was that of an alpha wolf, tendons working like a well o