Found at the Library by Christi Snow Page B

roiling and adrenaline shooting through his nerves, Tommy glanced around for a weapon and spotted the bucket full of cane umbrellas. He quietly slid one out and approached the man.
    Tommy took two deep breaths, and then rushed the shadow. With his left hand he swung the umbrella at the intruder’s head. When the guy reared back from the hit, Tommy grabbed his arm and twisted it behind him in a clutch hold. The man yelled, but Tommy pressed him face down on the counter, using the weight of his own body to hold him down.
    Cinnamon wafted to his nostrils, and his cock hardened with the combination of the scent he associated with Mac and adrenaline. “The cops are already on their way,” he growled. “I don’t know what you’re doing in my store, but you need to get the fuck out, or I will break your arm.” Tommy pulled the arm further behind the man, and he moaned in pain.
    “Tommy,” the voice gasped below him. “It’s me, Mac.”
    Tommy loosened his grip, but he didn’t let go completely as shock rippled through him. “Seriously?”
    “Um, yeah. If you let me up, I can prove I’m not doing anything wrong. Well...maybe a little wrongish.” His words were garbled because Tommy still had him pressed against the counter.
    Tommy jumped off him, trying to ignore the way his dick had fully awoken when it realized who lay underneath him. Instead, he focused on something else. “Wrongish? Aren’t you supposed to be a writer?”
    Mac stood, shook out his arm, and pushed off the wet hood of his sweatshirt as he turned toward Tommy. It must be snowing again.
    Mac’s eyes twinkled in the early morning light, but his expression could only be considered sheepish. “Sorry, I’m not at my most brilliant when I’m looking at possible jail time.”
    Tommy snorted and waved him off. “Don’t worry. I lied. No police are on their way, but what the fuck are you doing in my store?”
    “Would you believe restocking your bags?” Mac waved a hand to a large box on the counter. Sure as hell, on the side it was clearly labeled as paper bags. “The box has those damn metal staples in it, so I was trying to get it open.”
    Tommy rubbed a hand across his tired eyes. Had his lack of sleep done something to his brain? Had he entered an alternate dimension?
    He took his first good look at his store and the counter. It had been a couple of days since he’d been here. Everything was slightly different. There were new Post-its on the cash register and a journal lay there with more Post-its hanging out. The candy had been moved, and in its place were the bookmarks he hadn’t put out on the floor yet. At least that’s what he thought.
    He turned in place, taking a good hard look at his store. It wasn’t just slightly different. The displays had been changed, rearranged. Some of them were completely gone. His mouth dropped open as he swung his gaze to Mac. Now that chagrined look made more sense.
    Mac raised his hands in supplication. “I know what you’re thinking, but it’s not as bad as it looks.”
    Cocking an eyebrow at him, Tommy crossed his arms. “You know what I’m thinking?”
    Mac’s eyes darkened as he glanced down at Tommy’s bare chest and damned if Tommy’s cock didn’t perk right back up again. He was too tired and horny to deal with this crap this morning. Unfortunately, with only his loose sweatpants on, his growing hard-on was quickly becoming too apparent.
    Mac smirked. “No, honestly I have no idea what you’re thinking about me being here, but I have to say, I do like the appearance of other thoughts and possibilities.” He bit his lip and glanced down at Tommy’s erection.
    Tommy groaned. “Stop that. You’re trying to distract me.”
    “Is it working?”
    “Unfortunately, but I’m too tired to do anything about it this morning.”
    “Wait a minute.” Mac frowned. “Why are you home? I thought they weren’t supposed to move Ryder until later today. Did something happen?”
    In the two days