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Elisabeth prayed silently, but it was no use. He saw Charlie right away and also saw that Charlie was grinning straight at Elisabeth.
The smile faded off Shawn’s face as if he’d just been told that his dog had died. He stopped at the point where his aisle met the walkway, Charlie at one end, Elisabeth almost at the other in the hideous green chair. He stared hard at Charlie, then turned to look at Elisabeth.
In a moment, Elisabeth saw the truth. He liked her, she realized. It was like lightning, the realization that Shawn liked her. He liked her and had been waiting for her. He probably had been watching her over the past several weeks. Maybe even nervously getting up the courage to speak to her. And tonight, he’d made a point of coming into the stacks to find her. The offer to help h
