page_76 < previous page page_76 next page > Page 76 The after-work rush was finally starting to subside, and Janey had just left, when Sylvie joined me behind the counter. "Check out the history section," she breathed low. "Gorgeous, gorgeous male. I've completely cleaned up women's studies just watching him." I chuckled. Sylvie's eagle eye when it came to men was astounding at times. She would spot a man two blocks down and across the street and follow him for the afternoon to find out where he lived. She was relentless. "And he's still there? What are you doing back here?" She sighed. "It's a selfless act of generosity. He's so good-looking, I couldn't absorb it all myself. I had to share it." I sorted through the Visa and MasterCard receipts, separating out the ones for American Express. "Tell him to buy something. I'll consider him much better looking if he has money in his hand." Sylvie leaned forward in an effort to catch a glimpse of him through the shelves between us and history. "Really, Shelby, you've got to look. Just go straighten up business. Or here" She grabbed a copy of Advise and Consent from the "hold" shelf and thrust it at me. "Shelve this." I was about to remind her that if she wanted to get out of there by seven o'clock, she'd better let me finish the accounting, when her swiftly indrawn breath announced the approach of the stranger. Lieutenant Carter Lindsey appeared before us, carrying a book. He still wore the black sweat clothes, but he had donned his black leather boots and an old leather bomber jacket of Rory's that had been hanging in the hall. I had to admit he looked stunning. His already broad shoulders were accentuated by the old jacket, as were his slim hips and muscular legs in the black sweat pants. Personally, I would have pitched the boots for an old pair of running  < previous page page_76 next page >