The Deputy's Perfect Match. Lisa Carter
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Название: The Deputy's Perfect Match
Автор: Lisa Carter
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
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“You don’t think I can read a book in three days, Miss Shaw?”
He also decided to make it his personal goal to be on a first-name basis with Miss Shaw and vice versa by Thursday.
“I don’t know if this particular book selection...” Again with the blush.
She wound a strand of her hair around her finger. “I mean, I don’t think this book would be your cup of tea.”
He grinned. “Good thing the only tea I drink is sweet.”
The blush deepened, and she stepped sideways. Barricading herself behind the stack of books?
He rubbed his chin. “How bad could it be? It’s not War and Peace, is it?”
“No...not exactly.” She toyed with the gold chain dangling around her neck. “It is a classic. Not your kind of book.”
Charlie cocked his head. “I wouldn’t be too sure about that, Miss Shaw, seeing as we barely know each other. Yet.”
Her eyebrows rose.
Charlie’s cell suddenly warbled.
The librarian’s eyes narrowed. “Is that the theme to...?” She hummed a few bars.
His turn to flush, he pried the cell out of his pocket. Caller ID indicated Caroline Clark’s home number.
Those Duer sisters. Couldn’t even wait for him to get out of the line of fire before they wanted a report. He’d had police academy sergeants less demanding. He clicked the phone off.
She propped her elbows on the desk. “Bonanza?”
“I liked Westerns as a kid. Still do.” He waited for the usual derisive comments.
Instead, she favored him with a genuine smile. And his gut flip-flopped.
“Me, too, Deputy.” She motioned toward the second story. “We have an entire section devoted to Western historicals.”
“Is that what the book club is reading this week?”
She fluttered her lashes. “Why no, it’s not.”
From underneath the counter, she drew out a thick, heavy paperback and plunked it in front of him. “This week we’re reading and discussing another classic.”
She smirked. “Welcome to the Jane Austen Reading Club, Deputy.”
Tuesday evening, Evy was just about to lock up when—
“I’m in over my head, Miss Shaw.”
Evy shrieked. The key dropped out of her hand and fell with a clatter onto the library porch. Spinning around, she fell into the doorframe.
Stooping, Deputy Charlie Pruitt retrieved the key lying between their feet. “Sorry. Are you okay?”
Her breath came in short spurts, and she clutched the strap of her purse. “No thanks to you. You nearly gave me a heart attack.”
The deputy nudged the brim of his hat higher onto his forehead. “I thought you saw me through the window when you set the alarm.” His brow creased. “You’re a nervous sort of gal, aren’t you?”
She drew herself to her full height—all five feet three inches. “When somebody creeps up on you in the dark? You bet I am.”
“I didn’t creep up on you.” He handed her the brass key. “And it isn’t dark.”
“Not yet.” She fisted the key. “The sidewalks here roll up at five o’clock. Anyone would be nervous.”
“Depends on what you’re used to, I suppose.” His eyebrow rose. “Kiptohanock’s a pretty safe place. Where was it again you said you were from?”
Her mouth tightened. “I didn’t say.” She stuffed the key into a voluminous tote bag.
“So you didn’t.”
Arms folded across his chest, he leaned against one of the brick pillars bookending the veranda steps. His long legs blocked her exit. Or did she mean, her escape?
“Was there something I could help you with, Deputy?” She gestured at the darkened building. “As you can see, the library is closed.”
She tapped her foot against the wide-planked boards. “Or are you stopping by to let me know you’ve decided to drop out of the book club?”
He smiled.
Evy’s heart ratcheted up.
“Actually, Miss Shaw, I did want to talk to you about the book club.”
“I’d be glad to return the book so you don’t have to make another trip.” She took a step toward him. “Did you leave it in your patrol car?” He didn’t take the hint to move out of her way.
His smile, if anything, grew wider. “I appreciate the personal service—”
She flushed.
“—but I’m not dropping out of the book club. On the contrary, I’ve managed to read through the novel twice.”
“Twice? Really?”
Charlie Pruitt broadened his shoulders and removed his hat. Which he placed over his heart.
Her heart did a minuet.
“Fact is, Miss Shaw, there are a few parts I’m having trouble digesting, and I wondered if you’d be willing to give me a few pointers so I’ll be prepared for book club on Thursday.”
“I’m—I...”
“How about over Chinese at the Four Corners Shopping Center?” He gave her a crooked smile. “I’m on my dinner break.”
Suddenly the space between them felt extremely intimate. As if there weren’t enough oxygen. Was he asking her out?
Of course not. He was asking for her help, her expertise. She was unused to male attention. Especially from someone so... She bit her lip. So male.
His mouth drooped. “You’re probably too busy. I didn’t mean to impose.” He ducked his head. “Or presume.”
She caught hold of his uniform sleeve. “I’m not busy.”
His eyes snapped to her face.
Evy let go of his arm. Could she have sounded more pathetic? “I’m mean, I’m never too busy for a library patron.”
Now she sounded like a cross between Mary Poppins and Margaret Thatcher. “I mean...might as well. We’ve both got СКАЧАТЬ