her phone back once she’d unlocked the library door. “I actually stopped by today with a purpose in mind.”
“Because men like you always have a purpose.”
“Since when did that become a bad thing?”
“Not bad, predictable. What was this purpose that dragged you out of your office and brought you here in person when you have a perfectly good phone at your disposal?”
He maintained a strong, sincere expression. “To thank you for the notes. They’re perfect and I realized from the time stamp that you stayed up late to finish them. And now I know that it was after you got soaked to the skin.”
“No problem.”
“I’m grateful, Hannah.” He reached out as the door swung open and laid a gentle hand on her left shoulder. The feel of her sun-kissed skin was warm and smooth, a summer touch in the grip of fall.
Her look said she wasn’t immune to the buzz and that almost made him take that last step forward, but they both knew that wasn’t a good idea. The look she gave him, yearning mixed with caution, made him go slow, which was for the best, right?
A car pulled in behind his. A woman tooted the horn in welcome, and a young boy waved from the front seat, his face a blend of excitement and eagerness.
Hannah smiled, the anxiety erased, wiped out by the smile of a child. A part of Jeff’s heart melted on the spot. He released her arm, stepped back and nodded toward the car. “One of your young suitors?”
Her grin delighted him. “This is Jacob. We’re working together on some really cool projects and he had a half day of school today so we’re meeting earlier than usual.”
One of her tutoring duties, Jeff realized. The boy dashed up the steps, ignored Jeff completely and launched a hug at Hannah. “I got them all right except the one about the gasoline.”
She laughed and squatted to his level. “I saw that. Two hundreds and a ninety average out to ninety-six.” She watched as he absorbed what she was saying. When he nodded agreement, she ruffled his hair. “That’s an A, kid. Pretty solid.”
“An A.” He turned and sent his mother a smile that she matched. “I got an A, Mom.”
“I’m so proud of you, Jake.” She stooped, planted a kiss to his hair, then shooed him inside before facing Hannah. “He has never been this excited about learning. Not ever. His teachers are ecstatic and his grades are wonderful. I can’t begin to thank you enough, Hannah.”
Hannah’s smile said she expected no thanks. “That A says it all. Head on in, Callie. I’ll be right there.”
“All right.” The mother smiled and nodded to Jeff, then stuck out her hand. “I’m Callie Burdick and that whirlwind was my son Jake.”
Jeff shook her hand, nodded appreciation toward the boy and grinned. “Jeff Brennan. Hannah and I are cochairing the library fundraising for this branch. He’s an excited whirlwind, for sure. I was just thinking that if my third grade teacher looked like Hannah, I might have paid more attention myself.”
Callie laughed.
Hannah blushed, then scowled. “Don’t you have a job to get to?”
“I do.”
“Then might I suggest—”
“I’m gone.” He switched his attention to the other woman. “A pleasure, Callie.”
Callie nodded and swept them a look. “May I help? On the project, that is?”
“Of course.” Hannah grinned, surprised but pleased. “We’d love it, Cal. Do you have time?”
“More than I’d like right now, and working on this would be a good distraction,” the other woman admitted. “With Dad’s construction business taken over by the bank, there’s literally nothing to do right now except pray the economy improves and Dad can get back on his feet. Since I crewed for him and worked in his office, we’re taking a double hit. Waitressing doesn’t come close to covering the bottom line, so a well-intentioned distraction would be heaven-sent.”
“We’d love your help.” Jeff made a mental note to see if he could track down her father’s business based on her name. The nice thing about small communities was the way they looked out for each other whenever possible. He turned back toward Hannah. “Can I call you later?”
“I’m swamped.”
Callie flashed them an understanding smile before she headed inside.
Jeff understood swamped. “Aren’t we all?”
“I’m here until four, then at the candy store until eight,” Hannah explained. “And I have every reason to expect to be tired by then.”
Remembering the time on her emailed notes, he nodded. “All right. Tomorrow?”
“No can do. I’ve got library hours in the morning, then I’m overseeing the mock-up of a weekend camper science project at Dunnymeade’s Campgrounds.”
“You work there, too?”
She glanced inside, her look saying she didn’t want to keep Jacob and his mother waiting. “They needed someone to help lay out their minicamp so I volunteered.”
“You like science?”
Her expression told Jeff he was on shaky ground. “Yes.”
He nodded as if he hadn’t noticed. “Me, too. Hence the degree. Maybe we can experiment sometime? Together?” He grinned, lightening the moment, enjoying the bemused smile she shot him.
“My experimental days are over.”
“We’ll have to see about that.” He smiled, winked and headed for his car while he scolded himself silently for more reasons than he could count. “I’ll catch up with you soon.”
“We have a meeting scheduled next week.” Hannah tapped a nonexistent watch. “Soon enough.”
Jeff laughed at her from across the gravel. “Should we make it a contest? See who caves first?”
“I never lose, Mr. Brennan.”
“Neither do I, Miss Moore.” He grinned, opened his door and met her gaze. “You’re on. The first one to call or contact the other for reasons other than the library fund project buys dinner.”
“You’d make me pay for dinner? On my salary?”
“To make a point, yes. We’ll consider it valuable education.”
“Since it won’t happen we’ll consider it moot. Goodbye.”
She went into the library without a backward glance, at least not one he could see. But it wouldn’t surprise him if she tipped a blind, watching him. Grinning.
And yeah, he knew there wasn’t time to pursue this. Not now. But if not now, then when? When will you let
