Chapter One
Mr. Harcroff was considering her legs.
Becky squirmed in her chair but did nothing to cover up. He wasn’t leering; more like a timid assessment.
She figured there was nothing wrong with that, unless the fact that he could have been her grandfather mattered. It didn’t seem to matter to her; the way her body responded!
Becky had arrived at the library before nine, opened up and turned on her computer. It was a small town, and a small library. No one much came in before noon. That suited her just fine. She could get her work done in the morning and then had a little time for herself before folks start coming in to return books.
Becky’s computer sat on a small table set sideways to the main counter. She was busy online when she got the strange feeling that someone was watchin
