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us.”
    Boone bit into a huge cinnamon cookie. “This is delicious,” he mumbled around the chewy morsel, and grinned.
    “No,” said Cissie, her throat working. “No, Mayor Braddock isn’t going to take over here. Sir, I’d like to speak with you, please. Outside?” She indicated the back door.
    He swallowed the last of his cookie. “Fine.”
    But the back door was stuck.
    “Oh, shoot. It always jams when it’s about to rain,” Cissie said. “How about here?” She indicated another door near the magazines.
    “All right by me.” He tried not to admire her pert rear as she strode purposefully toward their destination.
    It was a broom closet.
    “Whoa,” he said when she had to squeeze in next to him to be able to shut the door.
    It was pitch-dark until she pulled a string tickling his face. One measly overhead light bulb came on.
    “This is the only place we can get any privacy,” she whispered hoarsely, and moved her elbow out of his stomach. “I’m mad, and I don’t want the others to see me this way. I-I’m supposed to be leading this movement, and it wouldn’t be right for me to … flip out.”
    “Flip out?” He was getting turned on again. She was close. Very close. “Why would you flip out? What does that involve exactly?”
    “Losing my temper,” she hissed.
    “Nothing wrong with that.”
    “There is if you’re a librarian.” She hesitated. “Besides, a Rogers thinks with her head when there’s a problem.”
    “So what’s the problem?”
    “ You are. You’re not on our side in this fight, and yet you’ve convinced some people here that you are. And they’ve become complacent. We can’t afford to be.”
    “If you want, I’ll tell them I think the library should be moved.”
    “You do that,” she said. “Because when I remind them what you think, no one seems to believe it.”
    He opened the broom closet door. “The library should be moved!” he yelled.
    And shut the door again.
    She sent him a droll look. “You’re not funny.”
    “Come on. It was funny.”
    She refused to admit it.
    “Is there anything else,” he asked, “before we leave this meeting?”
    “Yes.” She looked down, her lashes fanning her cheeks. “You really need to stop being so…” She looked up and away. Bit her lip.
    “So what?” He was honestly concerned.
    “So”—she scrunched her eyes closed—“so sexy .” She opened them again, and her lids fluttered madly for a second or two.
    “Hmm.” It was getting hotter in here. “I’ll try.”
    “Don’t think that’s a compliment,” she warned him.
    “It’s not?”
    “No.”
    “Okay.”
    “As for the boys”—her manner was brisk again—“yes, we need to look like we have a crowd. So they can come. But if they don’t actually want to participate in the sit-in, they’ll have to go home right after Edwina leaves and they get a meal.”
    “Fine.” She smelled good. Like cotton candy and spicy fallen leaves mixed up. “How would you feel about them calling the cheerleaders? You could feed a whole marching band out there. We could call them, too.”
    “But this is not a party,” Cissie said. “You shouldn’t even be here. Chief Scotty should have come on his own. I almost think you did it to torment me—because you have the upper hand, and you have to rub it in.”
    There. She’d finally gotten that off her chest. He could tell she’d been bursting with it.
    “Your parents did the same thing,” she added.
    “My parents ? What happened?”
    “They showed up here this afternoon and tried to intimidate me.”
    Surprise, surprise . “I should have guessed they would. Sorry about that.”
    She looked small and vulnerable, and he felt sorry for her. And mad as hell at Becky Lee and Frank. “I’m not like them,” he insisted. “I didn’t come here to intimidate you.”
    “But why would you be here?” Cissie’s tone had an edge to it. “It makes no sense.”
    “It makes sense to me .” He put on his best