Luck Be a Lady - Cathie Linz [71]
But Megan couldn’t do that. They were too short-handed as it was. Library support staff had been cut back by city budget issues, which meant the professional staff was called upon to do everything including reshelving library books. And it meant no playing hooky.
Besides, Megan had a special program at the library tonight. Emma Riley-Slayter was speaking. It was her final appearance on her book tour. And Megan had arranged to have dinner with her at an Italian restaurant near the library before the presentation.
Which meant it would be a long day, but that was okay. It prevented her from thinking about Logan.
She was not calling him again. Let him call her for a change. Did they even have a relationship? Okay, maybe they did. But what kind of relationship was it? A romantic relationship? A make-out relationship? The memory of his kissing her in between shooting stars made her feel all hot and bothered.
Getting hooked up with him was a recipe for disaster. She already had enough mayhem in her life with the news about her mother being alive. Did she really need more complications?
Yeah, if that complication could kiss the way Logan does. He made her feel good all over. As long as she didn’t dwell on him being a cop with lousy communication skills. So she didn’t. At least for today.
Megan smiled at the street musician on his customary corner and dropped her usual donation into his guitar case. She even paused to listen to him complete his song before continuing on. Today she’d decided to listen to music for the remainder of her walk instead of a professional workshop podcast and had chosen Owl City’s upbeat “Ocean Eyes” album on her iPod.
By afternoon her day had definitely gone downhill. The slide started when she was working the reference desk, where library patron Wally Hunt delivered his weekly rant. “There’re too many do-gooders in the world. That’s the problem. And it’s getting worse.”
Personally Megan thought the problem was that Wally was a pain in the heinie, as Tori would say. Actually Tori would probably be much blunter than that.
Megan wondered if Wally would consider her to be a do-gooder. Were optimists do-gooders? Probably. They were more likely to try to make a difference than a pessimist who thought it wasn’t worth making an effort because it would fail.
She remembered Logan telling her the other night that the world needed more optimists. She couldn’t help thinking that the heart of an optimist beat somewhere deep inside that sexy pessimist body of his. Otherwise, why would he continue to fight the bad guys and try to right wrongs?
“This day couldn’t get any worse if someone set my tampon string on fire,” Tori proclaimed as Megan joined her in the staff room.
“Another Southern saying? I’ll bet that one isn’t from your uncle Bo.”
“No, it’s not.”
“I’m sorry your day is going so badly. You could perk it up by attending the program this evening with our guest author.”
“Or I could go home and eat a carton of chocolate- chocolate chip ice cream.”
“Or you could come to the program tonight,” Megan repeated.
“Are you afraid no one is going to show up?”
“Not really. A large number of people signed up. But there’s always the chance they won’t show.”
“And there’s a chance the planet will get hit by a giant meteor. Hello? Reality calling. You can’t live that way.”
“On second thought, maybe that ice cream option would be a better one for you,” Megan said.
“I agree.”
Megan spent the rest of the day working the reference desk, where she got more vague questions than usual. “I saw this book. It had a blue cover and was set somewhere in the south.”
Not a lot to go on. “Do you remember anything else about it?”
“Yes. That I wanted to read it.”
“Do you remember what part of the south?”
The patron shook her head.
Some might give up and say they’d need more information. But Megan prided herself on not doing that if she could help