He shook his head. “It’s numerical chaos.”
“I should ban you from this library.” Her threat missed the marked by a mile, given she was smiling so widely.
“But you won’t.”
She sighed. “But I won’t,” she admitted.
Grayson didn’t know what to do with the way those three words warmed him up like a bonfire in fall. He’d felt the exact same way with Lark…for that one short weekend. Since then, there hadn’t been a single spark.
Regardless, he wasn’t the kind of guy to flirt with and kiss sisters. Even if he couldn’t stop himself from wondering what Wren’s lips would taste like. Would they be as soft and sweet as Lark’s?
Jesus.
Abort!
Thoughts like that were a one-way ticket to disaster.
Wren must have noticed he was looking at her mouth, because she nipped her lower lip with her teeth, then quickly turned toward her cart, reaching for a hardcover book, intent on reshelving it.
“Dammit,” she muttered.
“Something wrong?”
She held the book out like it had personally offended her.
“Not a fan of Shakespeare?” he asked, confused.
“I’m not referring to the play. The book,” she said, opening and fanning through it.
He saw that someone had dog-eared several pages, the corner bent sharply inward.
Wren unfolded them, trying to press out the creases with her fingertips. “Who does that?”
Grayson chuckled at her obvious annoyance. Nope, he thought, she looked downright pissed. “Do you think you might be overreacting?”
She looked up at him with eyes slit so narrow, they might have been closed. “It’s violence against literature. And,” she leaned in, whispering the next part, “it fucks up the book.”
A laugh burst out of him before he could stop it, because the F-word coming from the quiet, buttoned-up librarian was too stinking cute.
Wren pursed her lips, trying to hold on to her anger, but he could see it was wavering. “It’s not funny,” she said, even as a small smile threatened. “Dog-eared pages are like…my biggest pet peeve.”
“That’s your biggest complaint in life? Someone marking their spot with a folded corner?”
She snorted under her breath. “Yeah. It is. But I can’t expect the monster who reads eBooks on his phone to understand.”
Grayson shrugged. “At least there are no dog-eared pages online.”
She shook her head, even though she was grinning now, then returned the book to the cart and started pushing it farther down the aisle. “You are impossible.”
“And you are adorable.”
Wren stumbled a step, and while she wasn’t facing him, he could still see her profile, so he didn’t miss her blush. It reminded him of Lark.
So much for not flirting with sisters.
Grayson was making a muck of this. So much so, he glanced over his shoulder and considered leaving and never coming back. He could count on one hand the number of times he’d seen Wren in the past few years, so it wouldn’t be hard to avoid the McCoy twin danger.
Lark, however, given her place of employment, would be impossible to avoid. Not that he wanted to. Despite her driving him crazy the past week or so, he was still determined to expand on what they’d started at the festival.
