The bookshelf they were at was very high, filled with rows and rows of tightly packed books.
Summer Ford couldn't reach many of them at all.
Her gaze shifted around, and she noticed a stepladder not far away. She moved the ladder over and climbed up, holding onto it.
Just as she stood steady and lifted her hand to grab a book, the ladder suddenly wobbled a bit.
Summer Ford's face changed slightly; she wanted to grab something to steady herself, when, out of nowhere, a pair of arms suddenly reached out.
Before Summer Ford could even grasp what was happening, her slender waist was embraced from behind, and her body was easily lifted into someone's arms.
A very warm embrace, carrying with it the faint scent of grass, indescribable, as if a breeze had suddenly blown past a lakeside.
It was the exclusive scent of Aiden Lennox.
Summer Ford's face looked up in shock, staring at his face above her, slightly taken aback.
