Lisa Carter - The Deputy's Perfect Match

“I’m familiar with Miss Pauline’s farm.”

“You’re a ’been here then. Isn’t that what the locals call themselves?” She focused on the screen. “Which makes me a ’come here. What’s your telephone number?”

“Why? Are you planning to ask me out, Miss Shaw?”

Her heart palpitated. She was unused to—and unsettled by—the oh-so-masculine attention.

She gestured at the computer. “It’s for th-the form.”

He laughed. “Turnabout is fair play, remember, Miss Shaw?”

She pointed at a tray of business cards with the library’s website and phone number. “I think I have enough information to process the application.”

Was he flirting with her? Or mocking her? She lifted her chin.

He straightened, his hazel eyes going serious. “I didn’t mean to... I thought we—”

“It will take me a minute to create the card. If you can’t stick around, I’ll mail it to you.”

He shuffled his big feet. “I can wait.”

“In the meantime...” She shoved a welcome folder at him. “Here’s information about the services available at the library. And a schedule of upcoming events.”

She gave him a nice view of her back. Better to get this over with ASAP. “In the packet are the conditions and privileges granted to you as a borrower.” She worked quickly to laminate the card.

With the card hot off the machine, she faced him once again. “I should’ve asked for your ID first. Saved you the trouble of answering unnecessary questions. But per library regulations, I’m going to have to see some picture identification.”

A muscle ticking in his jaw, Mr. Law Enforcement fished his wallet out of his pocket. He extracted his license and passed it to her. She skimmed it for a split second.

She pushed his new library card and his license across the counter. “Here’s your card.” The less contact, the better.

Mr. Law Enforcement had a curious effect on her nerve endings. “There is a one-dollar replacement fee if you lose the card.”

“I won’t lose it.” The deputy inserted the cards into his wallet. “I don’t lose things I go after.”

She opened her mouth, thought better of it and clamped her lips together.

He smiled.

She caught the edge of the desk. The flash of those even, white teeth could blind a person. When he smiled like that, his stern countenance became almost handsome.

Evy placed her palms flat against the wood to steady herself. No almost about it. Deputy Charles Everett Pruitt the Third was quite handsome.

Heart-throbbingly handsome. He should smile more often. She wondered why he didn’t. Not that he and his smile—or lack thereof—were any of her business.

That was the problem with small towns like Kiptohanock. Especially small Southern towns. Everybody was into everybody else’s business. And the nosiness appeared to be contagious. She needed—to quote the stalwart Captain Kirk—to raise her shields.

Maybe local law enforcement made it a point to get to know newcomers. But Evy couldn’t afford anyone prying into her background. Not when she had so many secrets to keep.

* * *

When Evangeline Shaw’s expression transformed at the sight of Caroline, Charlie’s instincts kicked into gear. With her guileless blue eyes not so guileless anymore, he’d changed his mind about leaving the library.

Maybe the Duer sisters weren’t as off base in their suspicions as he’d imagined. Something was going on with the librarian.

He witnessed firsthand the melding thing the Duer sisters insisted she did with people. Practically blending into the background. Undercover agents could have learned a trick or two from the quiet librarian.

Exiting the library with Izzie chattering nonstop, Caroline did an admirable job of not blowing his so-called cover.

So he’d invented the need for a library card. Any excuse to justify his continued presence in Miss Shaw’s hallowed hall of books. But he’d embarrassed her with his mild stab at flirtatiousness.

Either she wasn’t the sort of girl who played games or, worse, he’d lost his appeal to women since Honey. Maybe Miss Shaw wasn’t into his type. Not every woman liked a guy in uniform.

“Was that everything you needed, Deputy?”

It hadn’t escaped his notice she’d misdirected his attempts to call him by name. He found her reticence intriguing. He found the touch of her hand disturbing.

Which might have been the most troublesome warning sign of all.

“I—I...” His gaze darted around the reception area. Searching for a reason to see her again. On behalf of the investigation, of course.

Charlie jabbed his finger at the purple poster tacked on the wall behind the librarian. “I want to register for the book club.”

Her brow puckered. “What book club?” As if unsure of his meaning. Or stalling.

“Do you have other book clubs?”

“No...only this one, which meets every Thursday night.”

“Then that’s the one I want to join.” He widened his stance, hips even with his feet. “It says you’re the facilitator.”

She turned and scanned the notice as if not trusting her memory. “Yes, I guess it does.”

“Okay then.”

She blinked.

“What do I need to do for Thursday? Just show up?”

She pursed her lips. Beautiful lips, he decided.

He scowled. Stick to the case, Pruitt.

Evangeline Shaw nudged her glasses higher onto the bridge of her nose. “Showing up is the least of what we do in the book club, Deputy Pruitt.”

She gave him a prim look he remembered an English teacher or two bestowing on him during high school a decade ago. “You need to read the book first. With today being Monday, I’m not sure you’d be able—”

“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.”