She opened her mouth and drew in a gasp. “You arrogant, stupid, jock of a man. How dare you?”
“Wow. Don’t librarians have master’s degrees. I would think you could come up with something better than jock. I haven’t been called that since high school.”
“If I didn’t adore your daughter so much, I would kick you out of this library!”
It was my turn to fold my arms. “And maybe I should tell your boss you can’t keep stalkers out of the children’s library.”
“Stalker,” she said with a mocking laugh.
“Harrison,” Doug said as he made his way over to us. “Noel is with Lee and Olivia. I called McKinney and let him know Lucy showed up here. He said to let him know if you want that restraining order on her.”
Smiling, I turned back to Emma. Her cheeks had turned bright red.
“You mean, the restraining order on the woman who hasn’t left me alone for over a week? Who shows up at my job, my home, even where I take my daughter for story hour?”
Doug looked at me, then to Emma, then back to me. “Do you have another crazy woman in your life?”
I raised a brow as I looked at Emma. I was almost positive I saw smoke come out of her ears.
Turning on her heels, she marched away.
“What was that about?” Doug asked.
Laughing, I said, “Nothing. Let’s just say I don’t think I’ll have a chance with the hot, nerdy librarian now.”
Doug scoffed. “Like she was ever in your league.”
I hit my friend on the side of the arm. “You’re probably right.”
“You’re staring at the hot single dad again,” Wendy, another librarian who worked in the fiction section of the library, whispered as she came to stand next to me.
Shooting her a glaring look, I replied, “I was not staring at him. I was watching how much the kids are enjoying story hour.”
Wendy put her hands on her hips. “Hmm, has anyone ever told you that you’re a terrible liar?”
I bumped her arm, turned away, and sat back down at my computer. “I have an order to put in, so is there something you’d like?”
Wendy sat on the edge of my desk and waited for me to look up at her.
Sighing, I asked, “What?”
“Are you going to tell me what happened between you and the hot dad last week that made you not like one another?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“It’s doesn’t matter.”
“Clearly, it does. And don’t you find it funny that he still brings her here to story hour even though he clearly doesn’t like you.”
My mouth dropped open. “Those are harsh words.”
With a one-shoulder shrug, she leaned closer to me. “He practically glares at you when he comes here. And when you do story time, he puts headphones in!”
I rolled my eyes. The first time I had seen Harrison do that I wanted to stand up and demand he take them out. But I quickly realized he was attempting to get me to do just that. He was worse than a five-year-old with his attempts at getting attention from me.
Sighing, I turned in my chair and faced her. Our voices were lowered so no one could hear us. “I caught him with a woman in the back corner during the pajama story hour.”
