LITMIR.BIZ

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I’m...waiting for someone.”

      Well, that explained a lot. His presence, for starters. In the five years since Maddie had taken Mrs. Whitman’s place as head librarian, she couldn’t remember Aiden ever once setting foot through the door of the library.

      “The chairs by the window are pretty comfortable.” Maddie pointed to the reading nook in the corner. “And it happens to be prime real estate because it’s located right next to the coffeepot.”

      Maddie had purposely set up the area to resemble a living room. Leather chairs with wide arms and generous laps circled the glass-topped coffee table. An oak buffet that had once belonged to Maddie’s maternal grandmother had been converted into a beverage station, the drawers containing everything from packages of tea to colorful, hand-stamped bookmarks.

      All the regular patrons gravitated there, and the tourists who popped in during the summer months seemed impressed that a small-town library offered a quiet retreat as well as a wide variety of books.

      Aiden didn’t look impressed.

      “Do you work here...?” He stopped, clearly struggling, and his brows dipped together in a frown.

      For a moment, Maddie wondered if Aiden had suffered a mild concussion in addition to the bruises and broken bones. And then she realized he was trying to remember her name.

      “Maddie. Maddie Montgomery.” I was a year behind you in school. We see each other almost every Sunday at church.

      Well, she saw him anyway. It was pretty clear Aiden hadn’t noticed her. But then, why would he? They shared the same zip code but were worlds apart when it came to everything else.

      “Maddie.” There it was. A tiny glimmer of recognition. Very tiny. “I’ve seen your name on donation receipts for the animal shelter.”

      While Maddie was trying to decide if she should be amused or offended that her signature was more memorable than her face, Aiden pivoted away from her and shuffled toward the reading nook without a backward glance.

      He lowered himself into one of the leather chairs and then proceeded to ignore both the coffee and the magazines.

      Okay, then.

      Time to get back to work.

      Fifteen minutes later, Maddie decided that was easier said than done. Aiden was proving more irresistible to the people who wandered into the library than the pot of freshly brewed pumpkin spice coffee.

      Maddie, whose first order of business was straightening the shelves after Mr. Elliott’s sixth-graders had invaded the poetry section the day before, would hear the door open and start a countdown in her head. There would be five seconds of silence and then a cheerful, “Aiden! How are you doing?”

      To which Aiden would respond with an equally cheerful, “Great.”

      Maddie wondered if she was the only one who knew he was lying.

      * * *

      If one more person asked Aiden how he was doing, he was going to run screaming from the building.

      Except...he couldn’t run. At the moment, the only thing he’d be able to manage was a fast limp. Maybe.

      But that would also draw the kind of attention Aiden had been hoping to avoid while waiting for his ride to physical therapy. He’d figured the clinic’s central pick-up point—the local library—wouldn’t exactly be a hotbed of activity this time of day.

      He’d figured wrong. Over the past half hour, a steady stream of people had invaded his space, clucking over his injuries, their eyes filled with sympathy.

      Aiden hated being the focus of anyone’s sympathy. So he’d scraped up a smile, even though the med van driver was twenty minutes late and the thought of another round of PT was making his leg throb more than usual. Not to mention the itch he couldn’t scratch without ripping off the cast on his arm first.

      Six. Weeks. That’s how long he had to wear the stupid thing. With good behavior, Aiden hoped he could talk the doctor into reducing his sentence to three.

      You really caught a break, the surgeon who’d pinned Aiden’s wrist back together had told him.

      Yeah, well, Aiden didn’t feel as if he’d caught a break. He felt, as a matter of fact, broken.

      Scratch that. He was broken.

      He was angry, too, although the anger wasn’t visible, like the rest of the cuts and bruises. It wasn’t healing as quickly, either.

      The telephone began to ring, and the librarian emerged from behind a wall of bookcases. She didn’t so much as glance in Aiden’s direction as she glided toward the desk, the soles of her ballet-style slippers barely making a sound against the gleaming hardwood floor.

      Guilt, not pain, had Aiden shifting in his chair.

      He’d gotten into a lot of trouble when he was growing up, but quickly learned there was something about his smile that always got him out of it. That he hadn’t been able to instantly produce one of those smiles in the presence of a pretty girl was further proof that some injuries didn’t show up on an X-ray.

      And the librarian was pretty, a detail Aiden hadn’t noticed during their first encounter. Acute humiliation could have that effect on a guy. A month ago, he’d beaten his older brothers to the top of Eagle Rock without breaking a sweat, and now a rug, one in the shape of a ladybug, no less, had had the power to throw him off balance.

      Aiden gave Maddie Montgomery another covert glance as she picked up the phone.

      Champagne-blond hair was bundled into a tidy little knot at the base of Maddie’s neck, but the oversize, rectangular glasses perched on her nose didn’t detract from a heart-shaped face and porcelain skin. Coupled with a slender frame and diminutive height, the overall effect made her look like a studious woodland pixie.

      A studious woodland pixie whom Aiden had been rude to.

      The lack of physical activity was making him cranky, and it hadn’t helped knowing Maddie must have seen him conk himself in the head with his cast.

      Aiden was used to being in control, but now he felt like a marionette with a couple of broken strings. And the fact that a woman whose head barely reached the top of his shoulder had felt the need to come to his rescue when he’d tripped on the rug...well, that made Aiden cranky, too.

      “Aiden!”

      Aiden stifled a groan as a woman with a helmet of iron-gray curls marched up to him. When he’d chosen the library as a hiding place, he hadn’t considered it might be the stomping grounds for retired elementary school teachers.

      “Mrs. Hammond.” Aiden pushed himself up in the chair and tried not to wince when pain rocketed down his leg and funneled into all five toes. “How are you?”

      Mrs. Hammond peered down at him, eyes narrowed. Aiden’s former teacher might have lost an inch or two in height over the years, but her power to intimidate hadn’t diminished at all.

      “It’s sweet of you to ask, but I’m not the one with the broken bones, now, am I?” she countered. “How are you?”

      “Great.” A noise that sounded suspiciously like a snort came from the direction of the circulation desk.

      Aiden glanced at Maddie, but she had her back to him as she tapped away on her keyboard. It must have been his imagination. Aiden didn’t know much about librarians, but he figured she wouldn’t deliberately break the number one rule—Quiet, Please—printed on the poster above her desk.

      Mrs. Hammond clucked her tongue. “That bump on your head looks bigger than the one you got when you fell off the top of the slide at recess.”

      He’d jumped, actually, but Aiden decided not to mention that. Half the population of Castle Falls already thought he was reckless. “It looks worse than it feels.”

      Way

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