I hang up the receiver and toss my bag back under the desk before putting all the books that have been checked in throughout the day back on the shelves. I’ll see you in an hour and a half,” he says, and before I have a chance to say anything else, the line goes dead. “Um…a grey skirt, a white silk blouse… Oh! And I have brown hair,” I add at the end, since I don’t know how many women might be wearing the same kind of thing I am. “Oh.” I look down at myself, feeling stupid about what I’m going to say to him.
“I guess that makes sense,” I say, and he chuckles, the deepness of his laughter making my belly flutter. Therefore, I need to know what you’re wearing so I can spot you on the street, right?” I can hear the smile in his voice now. “That means I can’t call to tell you when I get there. “Look,” he huffs out, “I have your phone, which means you don’t have a phone, right?” “What are you wearing?” he asks, making the grin slide off my face. “Sure, fine.” I can tell by his tone that he’s completely irritated, and I smile even bigger. “Can you meet me out front of Jack’s Bar-B-Que in an hour and a half?”
I don’t know why, but it kind of makes me happy I am annoying him. “Jesus, where the f**k do you wanna meet?” he grumbles, making me smile.
I don’t know what I would do without my phone for a week-not that I want to call or text anyone, but I was kicking ass in Candy Crush and wanted to beat my last score. Can you meet me after that?” I cross my fingers, hoping he can. “Then you need to meet me so I can give it to you.” “Yes, of course I want my phone,” I say, becoming annoyed. “Um, I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” I reply, worrying my bottom lip. “Look, I gotta get out of town and won’t be back for a week, so can you meet me somewhere?” It’s my cell,” I tell him, holding the desk phone between my shoulder and ear. I forgot he was even on the line during my search. “Hello, did you hear me?” the guy on the other end says more impatiently. I pull my handbag out from under the desk and dig through it, looking for my phone. His smooth Southern drawl makes the hairs on my arms stand on end. “I found a phone, and this is the number that comes up on the screen when I turn it on,” a deep male voice answers. How can I help you?” I answer on the second ring. I jump when the desk phone starts going off it never rings, so I’m caught off guard by the shrill sound inside the quiet library.
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