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right behind her. Hastily, she stepped back. Darn, he smelled incredible, like a cool night’s breeze with a hint of leather. His bruises from yesterday had disappeared. Not a mark remained. How odd.
    “What are you doing here?”
    His cool gaze traveled leisurely over her face. He didn't seem bothered at her belligerence. “Testing a theory.”
    “What? That I'm difficult and bad-tempered?” she shot back.
    “No.” A hint of humor warmed his gaze. He reached out and stroked her bare arm with a warm, callused finger, shocking the life out of her. A tingle zapped through her like wildfire.
    She jerked free, hissed. “What the heck did you do?”
    His fingers balled, his pearlescent eyes swirling into a darker blue. Lines bracketed his sensual mouth as if in agony. A tick pulsed fiercely in his jaw. He looked shaken.
    Concern replaced her ire. “Are you okay?”
    A nod.
    Darci narrowed her eyes. He’d been hurting. She’d seen it. His stricken expression touched something inside her. She softened her tone. “You sure you're all right?”
    “Define ‘all right’ ,” he said, the pain lines around his mouth easing.
    She cocked an eyebrow and nodded to the thousands of books around them. “Since you're in the right place, how about a dictionary? While you're at it, look up “macho-bullcrap” — should be right next to all right .”
    A smile ghosted his mouth. It rearranged the hard lines of his face into something breathtaking. The man was utterly gorgeous. She had a feeling he rarely smiled. His gaze lingered on her lips. Her thoughts rushed right back to last night, of him trapping her against her door. Heat seeped through her and headed south as desired stirred. She swallowed, trapped by that knowing stare.
    “Darci?” Her boss’s voice snapped her out of her hypnosis. Hastily, she spun around and met the head librarian’s annoyed expression. And sighed.
    An inch taller than her, stocky, and with graying brown hair, Lester Barret disliked the staff socializing with patrons — or what he regarded as socializing. He persisted in running the library like boot camp.
    She faked a sweet smile. “Yes, Lester?”
    A low growl emitted from behind her. She shot a puzzled glance over her shoulder. Mr. Dark and Dangerous nailed Lester with a black look. So, he didn’t like anyone cutting in when he was talking? Then he stepped closer. He didn't touch her, but that possessive move had her heart skipping a beat.
    Darci quickly faced front and found her boss smoothing his gray tie with a jerky hand.
    “Get the rest of the new books from storage,” Lester rasped, suddenly sounding like he badly needed a drink of water. “They need to be catalogued and shelved. Today.”
    Dammit. Another late night. One day soon, she consoled herself, she’d run this place and Lester would be packing books. She didn't get her degree in library science to do this. She was his assistant, not a damn skivvy. Stuffing away her annoyance, Darci turned to her lethal visitor. “Can I help you with something, a book perhaps?” she asked, heading for the storeroom again.
    “What time do you finish here?” He followed her down the aisle. For such a big man, he moved silently, reminding her of a stalking jungle cat.
    “Why?”
    “So I can meet you.”
    He was straightforward; she’d give him that. “I'm sure a guy who looks like you must have women queuing at your doorstep, why me?”
    “For that very reason.”
    What? That she resisted instead of running to him? She snorted but was darn grateful he had no idea of how her pulse raced at his candid response. Not even with her ex had she experienced this stirring expectancy.
    “And you think I want you to come back?”
    “Absolutely.”
    That startled a laugh from her. “As you’ve heard, we’re working late.”
    He grasped her wrist, surprising her, and pulled her into an aisle between the shelves. “Give me a time.”
    His scent crowded her, urging her to agree. Darci fought to