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Ichabod reads a romance novel (though I am a romance novelist, so I hope he likes them!).
Harsh winter weather had meant that Ichabod was temporarily occupying her couch. On the days they weren't trying to survive apocalyptic events, Ichabod could be seen holding a warm cup of tea and taking full advantage of electricity by reading well into the night.
He had been slowly working his way through her small bookcase, so it shouldn't have come as a surprise when she found him so deeply engrossed in a book that he didn't even notice her walk in the room. His choice of reading material did give her pause and her lips curled into a smile when she noticed a slight flush that couldn't be blamed on the room's toasty temperature.
"Enjoying ourselves are we?" She smirked as he jerked his head up and slammed the book shut, the flush now reaching his ears.
"Lady Olivia is a most compelling heroine." he muttered, tucking an invisible strand of hair behind his ear and looking anywhere but her.
"Oh yes, inviting a man into her house would have caused quite the stir back then."
She expected that he'd at least look as if he wanted to hide under the comforter if his pride didn't forbid it, muttering about times changing and inappropriate behavior.
Instead he simply looked at her and crossed his arms.
"Do you like cowboys, lieutenant?"
