The Deputy's Perfect Match. Lisa Carter

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      With parents like that, no wonder Evangeline Shaw loved books so much.

      If anything, what he’d learned raised more questions in his mind. Like, what was someone like her—who spent vacations in France and probably spoke fluent French—doing in a tiny town in coastal Virginia? He vowed not to underestimate Miss Shaw again.

      She cleared her throat. “We still haven’t talked about the book yet.”

      “We’ve talked about several books.”

      The librarian blinked. “We did?”

      “Sure, we did. The Canterbury Tales, Pride and Prejudice and that Bayeux thingy.”

      The librarian pushed at her glasses. “It’s a tapestry, not a book.”

      Charlie pursed his lips. “I’ll look that up when I get off duty and remedy my sadly neglected education.”

      Her eyes, like liquid sky, flashed. “Are you mocking me, Deputy Pruitt?”

      Charlie hadn’t meant to rile her. “No, ma’am. I wouldn’t do that, I promise.” His heart hammered.

      Then, understanding dawned on her face. “This foray of yours into literature is about a woman, isn’t it?” She fingered the frame of her glasses. “It has to be about a woman.”

      He frowned. “Why do you assume it has to be about a woman? Are you mocking me now?”

      “Is it or is it not about a woman?”

      He fiddled with a duck sauce packet. “In a manner of speaking, yes.”

      “She’s the one who’s the classical reader?”

      This one he could answer without any check to his conscience. “She is.” He opened his palms. “Out of my league entirely, but hope springs eternal.”

      “And this is where I and the Kiptohanock library come in?”

      He gave her the tried and true, ever-reliable Charlie Pruitt grin. “Yes, ma’am.”

      “Okay, then. Because that’s what I’m about.” Her cheeks reddened. “As a librarian, I mean.” She reached for the ticket.

      He was a split-second quicker.

      “This is supposed to be dutch treat,” she protested.

      “Next time you can treat me.”

      Her eyebrows rose almost to her hairline. “Next time?”

      “There’s next week’s book selection. I may need more tutoring.” He smiled. “By the way, what is next week’s Jane Austen book club pick?”

      “You’re in for a treat.”

      He got a sinking feeling.

      “Another classic, Sense and Sensibility.” She batted those fabulous blue eyes at him. “You’ll have fun explaining to the group which you like better.”

      Charlie slid out of the booth, the bill in his hand. “From your tone it sounds as if you’re assuming I won’t like Sense and Whatever.”

      She scrambled after him. “My point, I believe.”

      “Forget male pride. It’s your own female prejudice that makes you think guys can’t enjoy Jane Austen.” He laughed. “Did you catch what I did there?” He stuck his thumbs into his duty belt. “Pride...and prejudice...”

      The staid librarian rolled her eyes.

      “And there’s one other reason guys should read Jane Austen.”

      She reached for her purse. “What’s that?”

      He stuck a toothpick into the corner of his mouth. “It proves men and women can be friends.”

      She planted her hand on her hip. “You got that from Pride and Prejudice?”

      He twirled the toothpick between his thumb and index finger. “I think underneath the witty banter, the reason the chemistry worked between Elizabeth and Darcy was because they valued each other as friends first and foremost.”

      Charlie shuffled his feet. “Maybe we can be friends, Miss Shaw.”

      She tilted her head. “You think because I’m new here, I don’t have any friends?”

      He remained silent, caught by the blond tips of her ponytail brushing across her shoulders.

      She grimaced. “You wouldn’t be far wrong.” She extended her hand. “Call me Evy.”

      He reached for her hand. “Evy it is.”

      And she snatched the bill from him. With a triumphant glance over her shoulder, she marched toward the register. Where she proceeded to pay for both their meals while conducting a conversation with the cashier in a tongue he presumed to be Mandarin or Cantonese.

      Middle English. Probably French. And now Mandarin?

      Charlie held the door for her as they exited and shook his head.

      Wow...not only out of his league. More like out of his galaxy.

      Clapping his hat onto his head, he escorted her to the parking lot.

      She dug through her purse, searching for her keys. “You don’t have to wait for me.”

      “A Southern gentleman always waits. And it’s been fun.” Surprised, he realized it had been fun. With no urgent call from Dispatch, he found himself wishing dinner hadn’t had to end.

      Finding her key ring, she held it up for him to see. “I look forward to hearing more of your Jane Austen insights at book club.”

      “You and me both.”

      She laughed.

      He scrubbed his hand over his face. “What I meant to say was, I look forward to seeing you Thursday, too.”

      And he did. He’d not imagined the quiet librarian would be such good company. Or so entertaining. She was easy to be with. Despite her enormous brain, Evy Shaw wasn’t pretentious.

      Clicking the key fob, she unlocked her car and got inside. With a small backhanded wave, she pulled out of the parking lot and drove off into the sunset. He watched her taillights turn south on Highway 13 toward Miss Pauline’s.

      What was the elusive Evy Shaw after here in good ole Kiptohanock? But recon mission accomplished, he’d managed to learn enough background to call on one of his PI buddies from California who owed Charlie a favor.

      His shoulder mic squawked. He responded and jogged toward his cruiser. As he headed to investigate a reported prowler, he reflected that his unofficial undercover assignment might not be so СКАЧАТЬ