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As soon as I see her face, I know I’m not wrong. If I’m walking on sunshine, she looks like she’s just been struck by lightning. She’s pale, and her eyes are wide. She opens and closes her mouth several times but doesn’t say anything.
“What in the world is the matter, Beth. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” The librarian’s sharp statement jolts
her out of her stupor, and she starts walking again.
“Oh, I just remembered something I forgot to do. Are you sure the microfilm room can’t wait, sir?” She smiles pleasantly, but her eyes are shooting daggers at me. She wants me to decline.
She might never speak to me again, so this could be my best shot, and I’m taking it. “Yes, it’s really urgent. Thank you.”
Her nostrils flare, and her eyes blaze, but her smile widens. “Sure, I can help. I’ll take you back now,” she says in a cheery voice. I marvel at her restraint; she didn’t even grit her teeth.
She gives the librarian a mock frown of disapproval that’s halfway to being a smile and shoos her away. “You go sit down before your feet swell up.”
The woman who was scolding me a minute ago blushes at being fussed over and does as she’s told.
I get it. When Beth smiles at me I lose my good sense, too.
“Come on.” She doesn’t wait for me to respond before she turns and heads down the hallway she came from. I take my time catching up. Her ass looks amazing in the light pink pencil skirt that hugs from her waist to right above her knee.
Her legs are a mile long, and the sexy nude high heels she’s wearing sets her hips to swaying.
She tenses slightly when I fall into step beside her but otherwise doesn’t acknowledge me.
“Aren’t you going to say hello?” I drawl in mock affront.
She glances at me, her eyes full of warning and mouths, “Wait,” before she looks straight ahead again. I glance around the library, but only see people reading or sitting at computers. A few of them glance up as we pass, but no one is paying attention to us.
“Wait for what?”
She shakes her head stiffly, and we walk in silence until we reach a door at the of the hall. She unlocks it and leans forward, sticking an arm inside to turn on the light.
I lean in too and catch the light flowery scent of her perfume. She looks over her shoulder at me, narrowing her eyes. “I’ll leave you the key, lock up when you’re done.”
“Dot might call the police on you if do that,” I whisper next to her ear.
She lets out a small yelp and jerks away before she pushes the door open like the hounds of hell are nipping at her heels.
I pull the keys she left dangling in the nob out before I follow her in and close the door behind me.
She’s turned to face me, and her face has lost that guarded look. She looks like herself.
“Why are you so nervous walking through a library?”
“Because I don’t want to give them anything else to gossip about.”
“What’s gossip-worthy about you talking to someone in the library?”
“It’s a very small town; everything is gossip-worthy. And you’re like a bona fide celebrity. They will be calling the National Enquirer if they get half the chance. My family isn’t exactly popular,” she says in a serious, clipped tone. Her eyes are trained on the door, her body tense as if she’s waiting to make sure no one’s coming in behind us.
I hold the key out to her. “I locked it.”
Her eyes grow wide and dart to the door and back to me, “What in the world for?”
“Because I want to talk to you.”
She scoffs and tosses her head. “And people in hell want ice water.”
“I think me holding these is breaking some sort of city ordinance, and I’m not going to hold you hostage. If you want to go, go. But if you give me five minutes and it's still what you want, I’ll never bother you again.”
