Chapter 8“Easy, Jules.” Jenny patted his arm. “I’ll talk to them.”
Two huge guys in workwear and tool belts were studying the wall, pointing at some papers in their hands, and gesturing at the wall again.
“We haven’t had time to move the books.” Jules’ voice was nothing more than a whisper.
“I think they’ve noticed.” Jenny smiled and took a step forward—Jules hid behind the YA Fantasy shelf.
“Hello.” Jenny offered her hand to huge guy number one. He had short dark hair, his eyelashes so long and dark Jules almost could count them from where he stood—unfair—and a body fit for magazine covers. Huge guy number two also shook Jenny’s hand. His hair looked about the same as the first guy’s, and he was as tall with similar eyes, but while Jules never would describe him as out of shape, he wa
