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“Everything about you is happy.”
Hmm. Not the strongest flirting game I’ve dealt with, but I give Joshua the benefit of the doubt. Just because someone isn’t a smooth talker doesn’t mean they don’t have an engaging mind or a kind heart.
“I aim to please!” Again, my answer feels off. Like it doesn’t quite connect with his statement. A puzzle piece that is just a tad too large to fit into place, even though it appears as though it should.
But Joshua doesn’t comment, maybe giving me the benefit of the doubt, too.
“I had a good time yesterday, and I was hoping you might want to get dinner with me on Saturday?”
See? Joshua is a good guy. Plenty of men would have forgotten that I said I work Friday evenings and asked me out then. Then we’d have to play theeh that doesn’t work for me, what about this daygame, which drains the romance from the spontaneity of asking.
“Saturday works for me.”
A deep throat-clearing snags my attention. Across the way, I catch the eye of Daniel, one of our regular security guards. He tilts his head. At his hint, I glance around Joshua’s stocky frame and find a line has formed during our brief conversation.
Realizing our poor attempt at flirting has resulted in me appearing negligent on the job, I can’t help as a flush creeps up my neck. This situation calls for myI’m a super nice librarian, please don’t yell at mesmile. I up the wattage and aim it at the first patron in line.
My sunshine smile collides with ice.
Cole hovers—no, that’s not right. Hovering denotes a sense of nervous energy. Cole never looks nervous. If anything, he looks pissed.
His iceberg eyes bore into the back of Joshua’s neck.
Damn, he must hate waiting for his books.
“Sorry, Josh…ua.” Whew, almost tripped myself there. “I need to get back to work. You have my number. You can text me about Saturday.”
“Sure thing, Happy Summer.” Joshua winks and flashes his beautiful smile before stepping to the side.
Oh hell. Was that supposed to be a nickname?
I love my name and all the warmth associated with it, but there is no way I want any type of romantic interest referring to me as “Happy Summer.”
Weirdest pet name ever.
I guess if he does it again I can correct him the same way he corrected me.
All thoughts of Joshua stroll away with him, and my mind has a new—for some reason more interesting—subject to focus on.
“Hi Cole!” I thought about saying his whole name, but that almost seems like revealing too much to the general public. Like I’d be betraying his confidence and privacy. So first name it is.
“Summer.”
Wow. Chills.
But not the good kind. His voice is even more frosty than usual.
Without another word, Cole slides a stack of books toward me he must have grabbed before the meeting. I pull out my little scanner gun and start knocking them out. And sure, my hands might fumble a couple of times, drawing out the interaction.
“Was it a good meeting? Get some insight and ideas?”
“Yes.”
No.
Don’t sayyesto me like that.
It’s like he’s using the word as a guillotine to end any further conversation.
