There’s an open secret everyone knows, and what does Nan Weiss have to do with it?
Tucked into the Appalachian foothills with deep Kentucky roots sits a tiny, chicken obsessed, magical hamlet. Welcome to Belvoir County, biggest cocks in Kentucky.
Sylvie is on to something, at least she thinks she is. Her research of folklore and folk songs has brought her to the small college campus in Belvoir County. She really wants access to the archives, but they won’t let her in. There is a secret she is close to finding out, it’s just beyond her fingertips. She feels like everyone knows it, and they are keeping it from her.
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“Where are you taking me?”
“You’ll see,” he said with a smile in his voice.
He pushed through another set of doors into a dark cavernous space. He stopped, and then the lights kicked on with an audible chunk chunk chunk, until the entire space was illuminated. Row after row of industrial gray shelving in all directions.
“This way,” he said as we walked past shelving unit after shelving unit. He turned into an aisle flanked by books on both sides. Chris didn’t stop until we were where the shelves met the wall.
He let go of me.
The spines were all the same, basic putty colored leather with an embossed code on it. Without the key, I had no way of knowing what was in the bound document. I pulled the closest book off the shelf. It had that musty hadn’t been open in a long time smell. I flipped it open. Text book. It was old, not primary source old, but it could prove to be valuable to someone’s research. Only, I didn’t see how whiskey making practices of moonshine runners in the 1930s applied to me. I lay it on the shelf and pulled the book next to it. Suddenly I felt Chris’s warmth against my back.
“I’ve been thinking about that conversation we were having. Can’t really think about anything else.” His lips were warm as they caressed the edge of my ear.
I turned my head into his as he spoke. “Same, it was a good conversation,” I gasped.
“Should I tell you about the fantasies you are giving me?” The rumble in his voice sent shivers down my spine.
He dipped and ran his hand up my inner thigh making me gasp. His thumb just missed the sensitive flesh and continued to trail up the crease of my ass. I reacted instinctively. I wanted his touch. Pushing my hips back, I tilted my ass up as his thumb slid toward my back. I might have moaned.
“Shhh, you’re in a library.” His breath tickled my ear.
I wanted to moan some more as he slid his hand over my hip and across my lower belly. Yoga pants had definitely been the smart choice tonight. I never would have felt his caresses with such impact if I had been wearing jeans.
He reached up and snapped the book in my hands shut. The sound was like thunder in the silent stacks.
“We’re in a library, remember,” I scolded.
“I’m a librarian, it’s all right.”
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