I sit back in my seat, hands curling around my coffee cup. “Crime books aren’t my thing. But I might have seen your name while I was filing books away. What’s your pen name?”
“Jack Canti.”
Jack Canti. Can a name be sexy? Yes. Yes, it can.
“Jack Canti,” I echo my thoughts. “So, is Jack Canti your real name or a pseudo name?”
I know that authors who have pseudo names will sometimes use them in real life with people they don’t know.
“Real,” he answers slowly.
“Then, nope, I haven’t heard of you.”
I smile, and he laughs.
I find myself loving the sound of it. I like being the one who made him laugh.
“But I am definitely going to look you up when I get back to the library.”
“You’re on your lunch break right now?” he asks me.
“Yep. And I should be heading back,” I say, glancing at the clock on the wall. I’ve hardly even touched the bagel. I pick it up and quickly finish it off before swigging down the rest of my coffee. “Sorry to rush off,” I tell him.
“No problem.”
He’s watching me with those intense eyes and smiling at me, and it makes me feel flustered again.
“And thanks again for the coffee and bagel,” I tell him, getting out of my seat.
He answers by way of a shrug.
“So, I guess I’ll see you …” I say, letting the words hang.
I’m hesitating. Stalling leaving. And I don’t know why.
Maybe it’s because you don’t know when you’ll see Jack next, whispers my subconscious.
Nope. I might find the guy hot, but I’m not hanging out, waiting to hear when I will see him next.
I don’t do people. I don’t do friends.
Yet isn’t that what Jack is to me now … a friend?
Ugh.
I really need to get out of here. Now.
“So, yeah … bye.”
“See you tomorrow, Audrey,” he says, his words catching my back, turning me around again.
“Tomorrow?” I question.
A smile lifts his eyes. “At the library.” He says this like I should have already known the answer.
And I hate that my heart is doing a happy dance in my chest right now.
So, I conceal my feelings and act casual and shrug. “Sure. See you tomorrow.”