“Which season?” I ask through gritted teeth.
“Four.”
“Ah, only two to go.”
“I’ll start from the beginning after I’ve watched it again. I have a soft spot for Pauly.”
“All the mafia princesses do,” I choke out, the windowpane digging into my abs. I use my arms to hold my body upright and take the pressure off my stomach.
She sighs wistfully. “In my day, Al Capone was our prince.”
I pause, raising an eyebrow. “I think he’s alive.”
“Of course he is, dear.” She sips her coffee, completely lucid. “Why are you in my window?”
“Noticed that, did you?” I roll my lips inward, jerking my head to the side. “Think you could lend me a hand?”
This queen waves. At whom?
I’m so shocked, I almost don’t feel the tug on my marshmallow coat.
“Miss?” I heard that though.
“There’s a man beside me, isn’t there?” I ask an unfazed Ms. Aberdeen. This spunky little lady sure has seen some stuff in her day.
“That would be the sheriff.” Like the boss she is, she leans over and grabs a pack of cookies from the counter. I must be in a break room. She eats a cookie,Jersey Shorelong forgotten. “He’s cute. Single. His parents live over on Elm. Great breeding stock.” She wags her brows.
Oh no. Is she telling me the sheriff at my side is a handsome man? And here I am stuck in a window?
In for a penny, in for a pound. “So Arlo said you needed some help in the library.”
“I do.” Crunch goes the cookie.
“Think I can get an application?”
“You’re hired.”
“Just like that?”
She shrugs a delicate shoulder. “You crawled through a window to ask for a job. That shows enthusiasm. I like that.”
This must beThe Twilight Zone.
“Miss.” Another tug. “I’m going to go ahead and pull you out.”
“Oh!” Ms. Aberdeen pops up far quicker than her languid speech. “I’ll help.”
“I don’t think…” I begin, but he’s already pulling, and she’s tugging the window open.
I fall right on my bum on the cold, hard ground. I jar my entire body, and my teeth clack together. Instead of getting up, I fall backwards to bask in my embarrassment.
“Miss, are you all right?” The young Brad Pitt look-alike blinks at me with crystalline blue eyes.
“Oh, she’s all right now that she’s set her eyes on you, Davis.” I raise my head to see a leering Ms. Aberdeen leaning on the windowsill, ogling the sheriff.
“Morning, Ms. Aberdeen.” He glances down at me, not sure what to make of the strange woman lying in the snowy grass.
I don’t know what to make of me either.
