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time anyone ran against him.” Mrs. Hattlebury laid down her cards. “Gin!”
    Mrs. Donovan blew out a breath and tossed down her cards. “I brought Scrabble if anyone wants to play that.”
    The homesteading family came out, their tent folded up and returned to its bag. “We’re going home,” said the father. “Thanks for dinner.”
    “Nothing really happened,” said the mother with a friendly shrug.
    Cissie threw Nana an “I told you so” look. “Thanks for coming anyway.”
    “Maybe write a letter to the editor next time,” the father suggested.
    “But there isn’t going to be a next time,” Cissie said. “This is it. Now or never. The library will move if we don’t stop it.”
    She handed the family an entire lasagna, waved them off, and swallowed a lump in her throat when they shut the door, which wasn’t easy. The wind was gusting pretty hard. How many more times would that library door open and shut before closing forever?
    And then it opened again.
    Boone stood there with Chief Scotty.
    “You sure are here a lot lately,” Cissie complained to the mayor, but inside her heart leapt, mainly because he was the handsomest man she’d ever seen. She had another reason to be excited to see him, too, a political reason.
    If his stubborn jaw was anything to go by, this sit-in was about to get good.

 
    CHAPTER EIGHT
    The library meant the world to Cissie Rogers, obviously, and Boone wasn’t going to patronize her. He intended to follow correct procedure. While he was at it, he’d try not to be seriously turned on by how fierce she apparently was beneath that strait-laced librarian outfit. He’d bet a million bucks she’d picked it up at Party City on the stereotyped professions costume aisle and used it to disguise her true supergirl nature.
    Scotty stepped forward. “Miss Rogers, I’m sorry, but you’re on property under the jurisdiction of the county, and the sheriff has authorized me to ask you to move. The library is closed for the evening.”
    Boone was secretly touched at how she stood straighter and said, “I’m sorry, Chief Scotty, but I’m not going anywhere.” Everyone had gathered behind her. She looked back at them, smiled hopefully—they smiled back—then looked at Scotty again. “And neither are my friends.”
    Mrs. Donovan raised her hand. “I actually want the library to move, but I’m a placeholder for my daughter.”
    “Don’t make excuses, Ginger,” Nana told her. “You’re here, so you count.”
    Scotty scowled. But Boone wasn’t worried. He’d already gone over with him what he expected him to do.
    “If you refuse to leave,” the good chief said, “then I’ll be writing each one of you warnings”—not fines; Boone had already talked to the county commissioner about that—“for trespassing.”
    Cissie’s face was red. “Well, all right, then.”
    “Don’t you dare go to the newspaper and tell them we’ve messed with your plans, Mr. Mayor,” Sally said to Boone. “You’ve messed with ours . I don’t get my milk at the Harris Teeter. I get mine at the gas station. I’m not gonna switch just so I can pick up a book at the library. I don’t like Harris Teeter milk. That carton is ugly. No book is worth that purple carton.”
    “Excuse me?” he asked.
    “You told us we’ll be able to pick up our milk and books at the same time,” Cissie reminded him, “at the strip mall. You said it would be convenient.”
    A little boy sucked his thumb hard and glared at him.
    Boone stifled a laugh. “I’m sorry, Sally, but I might just have to do that. Contact the media.”
    “Oh, no!” said Mrs. Hattlebury with mock dismay. “Now you’ve really caused us problems.”
    Did she honestly used to be in Elvis movies? Because an actress she wasn’t.
    Boone shrugged. “A mayor’s gotta do what a mayor’s gotta do.” He pulled out his cell and dialed Edwina.
    She picked up instantly. “Oh, Lord, Boone, are you down at the