Shut Out(15)

I blushed. “God, Chloe. Can we not talk about this?”

“What?” she asked. “Come on. If you’re mature enough to have sex, you should be mature enough to joke about it with your super-fabulous best friend.”

I didn’t say anything to that.

We pulled into the library parking lot and I quickly undid my seat belt.

“Have fun at work,” Chloe said.

I watched as she put out her cigarette and left the butt in her ashtray. “Doesn’t your mother see those and get pissed?” I had to ask.

“Psh. Nah. She bought me the pack.” Chloe shrugged and gestured to the glove compartment. “She swore she’d quit for real last time. But after the divorce, she asked me to go out and buy her a pack. I told her she could only have one if she bought me one, too. I figured she’d be like, ‘No way in hell,’ or something, but she just tossed me a twenty and said it was okay.”

“My dad would kill me,” I said.

“Eh. I’m eighteen now. Even if she didn’t like it, there isn’t much she can do.” Chloe started messing with the radio dial, and I climbed out of the convertible.

“Thanks for the lift.”

“You know it’s not a problem. See you tomorrow.”

I slammed the car door and waved over my shoulder as I made my way up the steps to the front entrance.

“About time,” Jenna snapped when I walked over to the front desk.

“I’m five minutes early,” I told her.

She chose to ignore this, of course, and jabbed a finger at the cart of children’s books beside her. “All of those need to be shelved right away,” she informed me, tossing her curtain of cherry-red hair over her shoulder. “Hurry. There are some kids up there now. What if someone is looking for one of those books and can’t find it on the shelf? Chop, chop.”

Jenna was insanely anal-retentive. She was my coworker, a student at Oak Hill Community College, and a royal pain in my ass. She’d seemed cool for, like, the first week I worked at the library, but I quickly learned that she had serious issues. Working with Jenna was the only part of this job that I hated.

I grabbed a few of the adult fiction books that had accidentally been placed on the children’s cart (Ha! Jenna could make mistakes, too!) and put them on the correct shelves before walking back to the front desk to grab the cart, which I needed to lug up the stairs. Judging by her attitude, Jenna wasn’t going to help me drag the beast to the second floor—great.

“Oh, by the way,” Jenna said, turning away from her computer and meeting my eyes, “you have a new coworker.”

“Who?” I asked.

“Some high school kid.” Jenna sighed. She wasn’t bothering to hide her agitation. I’m sure she saw it as one more idiot to deal with. Funny, really. As much as she loved to boss people around, you’d think she’d be thrilled to have someone new under her command.

“Name?” I pressed.

“Can’t remember. But he’s hot. Don’t let that distract you from working, though. I don’t want it to become a problem.”

I rolled my eyes when she wasn’t looking.

“He’s late,” Jenna said. “By two and a half minutes. Not a great way to start a new job, is it?”

I was about to respond when the library doors opened behind me.

“Sorry I’m late. I had to talk to my soccer coach about making up practice.”

My whole body went rigid. I knew that voice.

“There you are,” Jenna said, flicking her red hair over her shoulder in the sassiest way possible. “Okay. I’ll excuse your lack of punctuality today, but don’t make a habit of it, please.”

She’d excuse it? Jenna was not our boss. She couldn’t punish us or anything just because she worked a few more days a week. She might have called herself an “assistant librarian,” but she was just another shelver. You needed a degree to be a librarian (I’d googled it out of curiosity once), and she was still a student. Really, Mrs. Coles, the head librarian, was the only one with the power to hire, fire, or punish.

“Sorry,” Jenna said. “Can’t remember your name. What was it again?”

“Cash.”

“Right. Good. Cash, this is Lissa. You’ll be working together to keep this place in top order.”

I had to keep myself from blushing as I turned to face him for the first time since he’d walked into the library. I was annoyed to find him smiling at me. Not a sly smile or a knowing smile, just a casual smile. Like he was vaguely happy to see me.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hello.”

“You two stop having a staring contest and get to work. Take those books and shelve them in the children’s section,” Jenna ordered, pointing at the cart again. “Upstairs.”

“I know where the children’s section is,” I told her.

“Cash doesn’t, though. Now hurry up. What if some poor little kid is looking for The Velveteen Rabbit and can’t find it because you guys took so long putting these books on the shelves?”

I sighed and grabbed one end of the cart.

“Elevator,” Cash said as I pulled the cart toward the stairs.

“What?” I looked over my shoulder at him.

“The elevator,” he repeated, gesturing to our left. “You know there is one right here, don’t you?”