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Odd jobs was definitely a part of Cian's work description, but he didn't mind this sort of thing so much. It gave him a chance to get on his bike and ride, even if it was just up to Searchlight.
He pulled up outside the library, opened the pannier on the side of his bike and pulled out the bundle of books that had to be returned. Some family had forgotten the concept of borrowing from the library meant actually returning them at some point, and had just left them in the room at the resort when they had checked out.
He took off his helmet and leather jacket, leaving them on the seat of the bike, and tucked the bundle under his arm. The heel of his boot crunched on the gritty pavement outside the library, and the rush of cool air that hit him as he walked inside was welcome. There was no-one at the counter when he walked in so he stood and waited, making the most of the air conditioning, before heading back outside on his next errand.
He pulled up outside the library, opened the pannier on the side of his bike and pulled out the bundle of books that had to be returned. Some family had forgotten the concept of borrowing from the library meant actually returning them at some point, and had just left them in the room at the resort when they had checked out.
He took off his helmet and leather jacket, leaving them on the seat of the bike, and tucked the bundle under his arm. The heel of his boot crunched on the gritty pavement outside the library, and the rush of cool air that hit him as he walked inside was welcome. There was no-one at the counter when he walked in so he stood and waited, making the most of the air conditioning, before heading back outside on his next errand.
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He still had his sunglasses on, his eyes concealed behind them, giving him the chance to run his eyes over the young woman in front of him. He knew he hadn't come across her before without having even seen her face, and her scent was definitely not one he was familiar with.
Rhiannon did say there were a lot coming into town, looks like she was right.
"Miss," he said, putting his hand out to catch another miscreant book that was about to head to the floor.
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Kinship. She wasn't sure if she was elated or terrified.
"Uh." Oh, real intelligent. He was very handsome, even she could appreciate his looks. "Thank you. I should get a backpack if I'm going to check out a bunch of books, I guess."
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He was curious to see the titles of some of them, and reached up with his empty hand, lifting his sunglasses up and propping them on top of his head. "Y' returnin' 'm all?" he asked, indicating the desk where he'd just left the bundle he'd brought back.
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"I haven't seen you before." The words leaped out of her mouth and into the silence of the library before she could grab them back. "In Searchlight, I mean. I know I don't know everyone here or anything, but I'd have..." Smelled you.
"I'd have remembered your face."
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"I'll try not t' be hurt," he said, his voice soft and yet clear. "I'm Cian, work down 't Cottonwood Cove, so not really here more'n a couple of times a week," he told her. "Can't say 's I've come across y' before, s' what's got y' t' this part o' the country?"
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Were they supposed to shake hands? It was what humans did, but neither she nor Cian were entirely human and they both knew it. Echo dragged one hand out of her pocket, raked it through her hair, touseling the dark strands. Then she extended it in his direction, a slightly dopey smile on her face.
"I'm Echo."
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"Some interestin' readin' material y' got there," he said, a small jerk of his head indicating the pile of books he'd placed on the counter.
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"I'm guessing you're not American," she remarked once the handshake was over. "Where in the UK are you from?"
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"And you? Where w'd y' family be from?" he asked, eyes on hers as he continued to assess, fairly certain she was lycan, but not about to leap to any conclusions. He'd known a few over the years and each had their own scent.
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What would he think of her if he knew her mother was human and that she was a half-breed? He might not be so friendly then. But there was something about Cian's manner that said he might find it not worth ostracizing her over, which would be a relief. Living in the twilight between two worlds was difficult enough. She didn't need reminders of her status.
"I went out to Cottonwood Cove to sit down by the water last week," she said, shaking off the reverie. "Did some sketching, had lunch, waded a little. It's a nice place to make a day of visiting."
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"I didn't learn to swim until I was a teenager," she said, looking up at him again. "But I like being near the water, especially around here where it's always so hot."
Looking for something else to say, no matter how inane, she looked down at his feet. "I like your boots. Do you have saddlebags on your bike to carry books in?"
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"Used to, but they always filled up wi' dust. I use panniers now, seals keep everythin' inside nice 'n clean. Y' c'd do wi' a good bag y'self," he noted, knowing she'd already mentioned it but trying to put her a little more at ease.