To touch him.
Just...
Touch him.
His arm.
His hand.
Anything.
The urge is so strong I actually curl my fingers into my palms to stop myself.
What is happening to me?
I don't just grab strange men in my bookstore.
Even incredibly handsome ones.
Especially incredibly handsome ones.
I clear my throat.
Another nervous laugh.
“So were you looking for something in particular?”
He shifts his weight, almost looking as uncertain as I feel.
“Actually, I was wondering if we could talk.”
His smile is a little crooked.
“Uh, sure. But I don’t even know what to call you,” I whisper.
“I'm Graham. Graham MacKenzie.”
The name sounds familiar. It suits him.
Strong.
Simple.
Comforting.
“And you're Elsie... right?”
Shit.
Way to go Elsie.
You just failed How to Make Introductions: 101.
“Yeah. Elsie Stevens.”
I blink. A tiny frown wrinkles my forehead.
“How did you know that?”