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didn’t wait to watch for one. He plowed ahead, hoping to make things less weird. “I can also name all the women who have played Catwoman. It’s how my brain works.”
    He wasn’t upset. He had come here for quiet, not to flirt with some repressed guy who is far too reserved for him, even if he did have those cheekbones and those eyes and probably chest hair to match that stubble. The sweater vest said it all. “Anyway.” Jeremy waved toward the tables and then practically ran toward one. The nearest empty table was still close to the librarian, but Jeremy was done embarrassing himself for the day so the short distance was fine.
    He ignored the others in case they had overheard any of that, and draped his leather jacket over a chair. He needed something to clear his thoughts, like a palate cleanser. So he got up and grabbed a book at random, then sat back down to look through it. He wriggled to get comfortable before realizing the chairs on the second floor had not been chosen with comfy reading time in mind.
    He managed another five minutes before he leaned over the table with his head on his arms and read what appeared to be local crop reports from the thirties. The reports worked to empty his brain. For a while his mind was filled with numbers and crops and not recent embarrassment or thesis musings. As a bonus, the reports weren’t interesting enough to distract him from his work by making him curious about something new. Half an hour in, he sighed, closed the book, then got out his computer.
    His pre-work stretching shouldn’t have attracted attention, but when he looked up, he caught the librarian’s gaze on him. Without thinking, Jeremy winked. He winked at him for the second time . What was wrong with him? Seriously. Some days he loved his brain and other days it was all he could do to try to act normal.
    The librarian opened his mouth as if he had something to say about either the wink or the stretch, then closed it. This was good, because Jeremy had no explanation for the former. Apparently the respectable building turned him into a flirty twink of some kind, when he wasn’t, at all.
    “The chairs,” he stage-whispered across the distance to distract them both from any and all further attempts at getting the guy’s attention. “You need comfier chairs up here,” he went on, ignoring the brief glares from the other library patrons. He assumed they would shush him, but for some reason none of them did.
    The librarian full-on gaped at him.
    “The library is still amazing, don’t get me wrong.” Jeremy tried to soothe any hurt feelings. “But were these chairs here when the place was built? I admire antiques and items of historical interest, but not when they involve my ass.”
    The librarian opened his green eyes wide, and then, Jeremy would swear, dipped his gaze as if he was considering Jeremy’s ass too. He took a deep breath and then brought his gaze back up. He gave Jeremy a reproachful look.
    “Oh,” Jeremy said out loud, with a small twitch. He wondered if his brain had gotten bored with smart assholes and had decided to focus on quiet and shy librarians instead. Forgetting his thesis, he watched the librarian resume whatever paperwork he was working on. He used pencils, although Jeremy was willing to bet he could have done it all on a computer. His every sweep and notation was graceful and surprisingly confident. Occasionally, a light on the phone next to him must have flashed, because he would pick up and offer one or two word answers. Every time he did, he would raise his head and Jeremy would duck behind his laptop and pretend he wasn’t fascinated.
    He didn’t think he was fooling anyone. The tables around him started to clear out and the librarian’s ears were a pretty shade of red.
    Jeremy was creepy. He was officially a big creepy weirdo and made himself pull up his latest chapter, determined to stop making the hot guy uncomfortable.
    It worked, for a while. He read his own