“Just habit I suppose. I need to go grab a few books.” I shove back my chair and it makes a grating sound against the floor.
“Need any help?”
“Not unless you know where I can find books on life during World War II.”
“Actually, I do. Come with me.”
I start to follow him when he stops me.
“Don’t leave your bag laying here. Someone will steal it.” He plucks his jacket off the back of his chair.
“Oh. Okay.” I shove my stuff inside and put it up on my shoulder. The books I want are upstairs in a different part of the library. Killian goes over to the help desk and grabs a set of keys. “What are you doing?”
“You can put your stuff in here.” He leads me to a small room and unlocks the door. “These rooms are usually reserved in advance.”
“Thanks.” I put my bag down and we go in search of the reference books I want to look at.
Ten minutes later Killian’s arms are weighted down with my selections.
“You know you could probably find most of this online,” he gripes, slamming the books down on the table.
“Not all of it, but thanks for the help.” Maybe I had him wrong and we can be friends.
Chapter 9
Liri
I take a seat and open up the first book off the top of the stack. Flipping through the pages I get the sense Killian is staring at me. “You don’t have to stay with me. I’m sure you have other things you’d rather be doing.” I’m shocked he hasn’t taken off yet, but he seems to like history. I wasn’t expecting this side of him.
“Am I bothering you?”
I look over at him through my hair and he pushes it away to see my face. “No. I didn’t take you for the type who hangs out in libraries.”
“Not always, but I do study on occasion. Don’t go spreading that around though. I do have my reputation to uphold.”
I roll my eyes. “Don’t you have something you should be doing? An assignment or something?” Chasing your next victim, I want to add on but bite my tongue.
“Nope.”
“What’s your major anyway?”
“Female Anatomy.”
I nearly choke on my own freaking spit. This guy never quits.
“Seriously?”
“No.” he laughs. “I don’t have a clue what I want to do. Well I do but my family wouldn’t approve.”
“You want to race, professionally?”
He nods.
“What do they want you to do?”
“Anything but that.” He smiles but the action doesn’t reach his eyes fully. “I’m an art history major.”
“Really?” I am sure he is pulling my leg, but he did know exactly where to find the books I wanted.