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“Well.” I fold my arms across my chest. “If that’s your idea of paying someone a compliment, then it needs work.”
“Forget it.” He turns away from me. “Let’s go catch up with the tour group.”
“The sooner the better.”
Shaking his head and mumbling something about headstrong women and responsibility, Zack motions me toward the exit door.
“Ladies first.”
“So you’re playing the chivalrous card now.” My eyebrows shoot up. “Fascinating.”
“I’ve never been anything but a gentleman to you.”
I don’t snort. But only because I want to prove that I’m better than him.
“True chivalry would be opening the door for me and then letting me walk out first.”
Zack takes a deep breath through his nose. I bite back a grin as he clenches his jaw and gives a tight-lipped smile.
“Of course,” he mutters. “How could I forget? You’re the expert on everything.”
“I’m glad you’re finally catching on.”
I can’t be positive. But I’m fairly sure he growls a little as he reaches for the door handle. It doesn’t budge.
“What the…?” His brows knit together, and Zack tugs again. “Well, shit.”
I frown. “What?”
He turns and gapes at me, wide-eyed. “The doors are locked.”
FOUR
ZACK
When I announce that the library doors are locked—and we’re stuck behind them—Samantha doesn’t gasp. Or groan. Both of which would be perfectly normal responses.
Instead, she does what she always does when I tell her anything. She gives an eye roll. One so epic, I’m almost surprised she doesn’t pass out from the effort.
“Oh great.” Her eyes are still rolling. Like they’re in slow motion in a movie. All that’s missing is the dramatic score behind it. “You’re making jokes now. Only, I see your sense of humor is as good as your negotiating skills were at Model UN.”
“I’m not messing around.”
I ignore the dig at my performance. I don’t have to explain myself to her. Besides, we have a much more pressing issue.
Like getting the hell out of this library before either of us commits a murder.
I pull and twist on both handles. Neither so much as wiggles. Using more force and with a greater sense of urgency, I try again. They won’t budge. Not even a little.
Holding back another swear word, because I’m not about to get a lecture on proper language from Ms. Perfect, I release the handle and run my hands through my hair.
“Who decided the library needed to be locked down like it’s Fort Knox? What do they have hiding in here? Gold doubloons? A map to find the Declaration of Independence?”
“Gold doubloons is redundant.”
I shake my head. “What?”
“Doubloons are a former Spanish currency made out of gold. So calling them gold doubloons is like saying gold gold.”
