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“Fair enough.” His deep voice sends shivers down my spine. His dark brown eyes hold mine.
My gaze shifts briefly to his lips before snapping back up. My heart is racing. “You're too attractive to be real,” I tell him, then pinch my arm. “Ouch!”
“Did you just pinch yourself?”
“Maybe.” I look him up and down. His chest looks solid, and I bet he’s got huge pecs and rock-hard arms. I long to reach out and find out for myself. I lick my lips. “Are you sure you're real?”
“Pretty sure.” He chuckles. “Unless I imagined the last 400 years of my life.”
I roll my eyes at his joke. “You’re not helping. I think I'm losing my mind. I'm not supposed to be here.”
“Or maybe,” he drawls, “you're exactly where you should be.”
His voice pulls me in, his words enveloping me in a cozy cocoon. Which lasts for a solid two seconds until I remember where I am, and how I got here.
“This isn't what I meant when I said I wanted a little bit more excitement in my life,” I mutter. “I was hoping for a few patrons, a good book to read, or a trip to Paris. I did not mean that I wanted to end up in a straitjacket.” I shake my head. “I am definitely going crazy.”
“You’re not crazy,” he says softly.
“But I am. Five minutes ago, I was at the library, about to feed my cat.” My heart squeezes at the thought of poor, hungry Page pacing in front of his bowl, waiting for me to come downstairs.
“Why would you be feeding your cat at the library? It’s not even open.”
“You haven’t heard about the new hours?”
The confusion on his face is answer enough.
“I put flyers in the general store, hardware store, and the post office!”
He shrugs.
“The library is open at 5 a.m. now, bright and early. Though no one’s been showing up.” I cross my arms in front of my chest. “Come to think of it, I’ve never seen you at the library. Why’s that?”
“The hours don’t work for me. Though now that I know you’re open before sunrise, I think I’ll start dropping by.”
“Really?”
He nods.
I perk up. Eye candy like this guy would certainly make my mornings more exciting, and I can’t help wanting to get to know him a little better. What is he doing at the mansion in a suit at this time of day?
“I take it you’re the librarian?” he asks.
“I am. And that’s how I ended up out here. I touched a library book, it started to glow, and then…” I grimace. “I know how crazy I sound. Obviously, you don't believe me.”
“Why wouldn't I believe you?” he asks, like he frequently sees people teleporting after touching books. That cinches it: I'm losing my mind.
“I should be getting back,” I say. “Not that I’m missing much. We never get any patrons.” I roll my eyes. “I bet I could be gone a week and literally no one would notice.”
“You know, you really shouldn't be saying things like that to a vampire you just met.”
“Vampire.” I snort. “Good one.”
“It’s not a joke.” He opens his mouth, and sharp fangs pop out.
I gasp and take a step back.
He pops his fangs back in.
