Sealed With a Kiss
and
walked toward the library. The front doors opened and he stepped
into the wide entranceway. A display of children’s art on the wall
in front of him drew him forward. He glanced to his right and saw a
row of bookshelves and two large, comfy chairs.
    He walked through the open doorway and stood
at the side of the room. Tall steel columns supported the exposed
wooden beams of the ceiling. The architect had softened the use of
metal with wood, mixing the two components cleverly. It was a space
that people could spend time in and enjoy.
    There were more chairs, a help desk, and more
than one computer available for people to use. But he wasn’t here
to look at the interior design. He was here to find Rachel.
    “Can I help you?”
    A woman in her late twenties stood beside
him. She had the greenest eyes he’d ever seen. “I’m looking for the
community room. Do you know where it is?”
    She smiled and John realized he was frowning.
“I haven’t been here for a few years,” he mumbled. It wasn’t much
of an excuse, but she didn’t seem to mind.
    “Don’t worry. We’re almost harmless.”
    John didn’t know whether she was serious or
joking. He looked at her name badge.
    She held her hand out and smiled. “Erin
Williams, Library Manager, at your service.”
    He shook her hand. “John Fletcher.”
    “Welcome to the library, John Fletcher. Come
with me. I’ll take you to the community room.”
    Erin walked into the corridor he’d just come
from. But instead of turning left, she kept going straight ahead.
“Are you here to collect your child from drama club?”
    John shook his head. “I’ve come to see Rachel
McReedy. She recommended the club for my daughter.”
    “I don’t think you’ll be disappointed. It’s a
great way for the children to be creative and learn to work
together.” She held a door open for him. “They’re rehearsing for
their Christmas play.”
    John walked into the large room. Chaos
surrounded him. In front of the windows overlooking the parking
lot, a woman was listening to a group of children sing a Christmas
carol. Their voices filled the room, bounced off the walls, and
were being ignored by the other children.
    “Rachel’s over there.” Erin pointed to the
stage. “If you want to take a library book home when you’re
finished, we can renew your membership. It doesn’t cost anything
and it only takes a few minutes.”
    John nodded. “Thanks.”
    “You’re welcome. Enjoy drama club.”
    Erin left the room and John’s gaze went back
to Rachel. She had her back to him. Her arms were waving in the air
and the children in front of her were following what she was doing.
She stepped to the left. Half of the kids stepped to the left, the
other half stepped to the right. They bumped bodies, laughed, then
untangled themselves from each other.
    Rachel turned around and showed them which
way they needed to move. She smiled as she waved her arms in the
air. She looked over her shoulder to make sure they were following
her. When she was happy with what they were doing, she turned to
look at the rest of the room and froze. Her gaze connected with his
and her smile disappeared.
    Not a good start.
    She said something to a teenage boy standing
with the group of kids. He stepped forward and took over from her.
The kids went back to waving their arms in the air and stepping
sideways as Rachel walked toward him.
    He didn’t know if she realized just how
pretty she was. She wasn’t reed thin or ultra curvy, she was
somewhere in-between. Somewhere that looked great in jeans and a
bright red sweater with snowflakes knitted into the design.
    It had been so long since he’d been attracted
to another woman, that he didn’t know where to look. She was still
staring at him with a worried frown on her face. He took his jacket
off and tried to look as though seeing her wasn’t a big deal. But
it was. Maybe even bigger than he thought it would have been.
    Rachel dodged a couple of children who

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