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Westley was saying.
    “ Is she gone?” Westley spoke almost without sound.
    Jaylen nodded.
    Westley grinned and closed the distance between them over the table. “One of these days,” he said, his voice as mellow and nuanced as Jaylen had come to expect from the bulls-eye middle west, “she’s gonna kill me.” Being so close, Jaylen couldn’t help getting a good whiff. Westley smelled nice, not like cologne, but pure scrubbed goodness with an undercurrent of sweat. Pulling his map to him, Jaylen gave him a good once-over. Jock build, but he was in a library, so maybe he didn’t have the stereotypical brains to match. Whether from discomfort over the scrutiny or to give Jaylen a better view, Westley pushed a few strands of his hair behind his ears to reveal a slender nose that rounded off at the lightly freckled nostrils and a square jaw dotted with twin smile dimples on his cheeks. Jaylen fumbled with getting his map open.
    Okay, it had been too long since he got laid. Might be a wolf , he reminded himself, though his dick didn’t seem inclined to listen, based on the way it knocked on his zipper. And you’d have to kill him , he silently told it. He glanced at Westley, inadvertently meeting his clear blue eyes. Westley sucked on his bottom lip and looked away. Christ, he’s hot.
    “ How tall are you?” Jaylen asked, and cursed his dumb ass mouth. He couldn’t have started with, “So you like plants?” No, on second thought, considering there were now about fifty plant books on the table, all Westley’s, that was a stupid opening line as well.
    “ Most people say hello first,” Westley said with a grin. “I’m Westley. I’m six-six. Hello.”
    “ Jaylen,” Jaylen said, still gaping. “Six-two. Hello.”
    “ I’m not that much taller.” Westley sounded defensive. Maybe size was an issue for him.
    “ I know, I —” Jaylen gestured along the broad shoulders, huge chest. “You wear it well.” Fuck. Not a good thing to say in Podunk, USA. He glanced around, but the librarians were quietly engaged behind their desk. No one to take offense except Westley, who was grinning at him.
    “ Thanks. Well, except when I’m being a clumsy ass.”
    Jaylen blinked. Westley didn’t seem to have any clue he’d been hitting on him. He wasn’t sure if he should be relieved or disappointed.
    “You don’t live here, right?” Westley asked. “Or did you just move? I don’t come into town much, well, except for here, so I don’t always catch all the news.”
    “ Just passing through.” Jaylen repeated the excuse he’d given the librarians.
    “ But you stopped in the library?” Westley’s mouth quirked.
    “ I’m doing a self-guided tour.” Jaylen offered his standard statement.
    “ Of this place?”
    Jaylen spread the map out. “I like small towns. Might as well see what they have to offer.”
    “I guess you’re right. You do this a lot?”
    “ It’s off and on. I have to stop sometimes and make a little money.”
    “ Sure, sure.” Westley nodded as if he had a clue what Jaylen was talking about, of the nuances, subtleties and implications of that statement. “Well, I hate to meet and run, but...”
    “ No problem,” Jaylen said. “Maybe we’ll see each other around.”
    “ Yeah.” Westley gathered up his books. He tripped on the chair as he got up, but righted himself. Casting a red-faced glance at Jaylen, he headed for the desk. Jaylen watched his ass go. Even in the loose-fitting jeans, he could see the way it curved, the high arch and strong thighs. He forced himself to look away toward the faded outlines of the town map with its cute little triangle markings delineating the historical sites scattered amongst the wash of green that denoted the woodland and the yellow that marked the fields. But when the door chimed, he couldn’t resist a last glance at departing baggy jeans as Westley went through it and jogged down the steps.
    With distractions gone, Jaylen didn’t take long in