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nodding his head as he continued to look around.
    I grinned as though I’d actually been the one to repair the mosaic floor tiles and sand the gleaming woodwork.
    “This is one of the Carnegie libraries.”
    Mary nodded, shifting her quilted tote bag from one hand to the other. “It was built a hundred years ago.”
    Andrew gestured toward the curve of windows in the computer area overlooking the water. “All that trim can’t be original.”
    “It’s not.” You could hear the pride in Mary’s voice and see it in her smile.
    “Someone did some excellent work in here.”
    “That would be Oren Kenyon,” I said.
    “And Kathleen,” Mary added, beaming at me. “None of this would have happened without her.” She turned her attention back to Andrew. “You like old buildings.”
    He nodded. “Yes, I do.”
    “Mary, would you do me a favor?” I asked.
    “Of course,” she said at once. “What is it?”
    “Could you put together a little walking tour of town for Andrew and give him directions?”
    “I’d love to.”
    “I don’t want to put you out,” he said.
    “Nonsense.” She waved away his objection with her free hand. “In fact, I think Susan put a few of those new walking maps of the downtown out here.” She moved behind the circulation desk to take a look.
    Andrew walked over to me. He propped one arm on my right shoulder. “Very nice, but you can’t get rid of me that easily,” he whispered.
    I smiled sweetly and gave a noncommittal shrug, which also managed to dislodge his arm.
    “Found them,” Mary said. She beckoned to Andrew. “Since you like old buildings, I think the place to start is the Stratton Theater.”
    I picked up my briefcase. “Enjoy your tour,” I said to Andrew.
    “I will,” he said. Then he raised his voice a little. “And don’t worry, I’ll be back in plenty of time for us to go to the food tasting. You said one o’clock, right?”
    His gaze met mine and I could see the challenge in his green eyes, daring me to say no.
    “One thirty,” I said tightly, narrowing my own gaze back at him.
    “The food tasting is going to be splendid,” Mary said. She patted Andrew’s arm. “I think you got here at just the perfect time.”
    His eyes slid away from me and he grinned at her, giving her the full-on charming-boy-next-door smile. “You know,” he said, “I think you’re right.”

3
    E verett Henderson called at exactly one minute after nine. Susan had arrived and was working the circulation desk. “I’ll take it in my office,” I told her.
    “What did you do with that tasty treat you had breakfast with?” she asked after she’d told Everett I’d be right with him and put him on hold.
    “That what?” I said, staring at her.
    “The guy you had breakfast with. That’s what Claire called him, and from her description I’m guessing it wasn’t your dad or your brother.” She propped an elbow on the desktop and leaned her chin on her hand. “So who was it? A husband you never told us you had? Your Internet love from Mismatch.com? The guy who had a crush on you in first grade and never forgot you so he hired a private detective to track you down?”
    My sling meant I couldn’t cross my arms and give her my best stern-librarian look, so I settled for folding my free arm over my chest and wrinkling my nose at her. “No more old-movie marathons for you,” I said. “They make your imagination go into overdrive.” I started for the stairs. “I’m going to take Everett’s call.”
    “I’m not letting this go,” Susan called after me.
    “I didn’t think you would,” I said, waving over my shoulder in case she hadn’t heard me. Upstairs I unlocked my office door and immediately reached for the phone. I didn’t want to keep Everett waiting.
    “Good morning, Everett,” I said, pulling the phone closer and sinking down onto the corner of the desk. “I was just about to call you.”
    “I take it you’ve talked to Abigail.” He had a deep, strong