Chasms of Copper

Chapter 3

[Edited]

Morgan

The brunette finished dusting the shelves and replaced the bookends---making sure that the novels would remain upright. She smoothed the material of the book spines, loving the way they felt on the tips of her fingers. 

With the exception of the... interesting.... scene with Chase, the rest of Morgan's day was completely normal. Jane aided Edith with the storage units while Mo helped please the customers. The young girl, Katelyn, asked if there was a new werewolf book, yet. Mrs. Jasper came back, wanting a new book. She hinted that she wanted to be asked about how her grandchildren were doing. And Edith lost her reading glasses on her head. Jane and Morgan helped the kind lady find them and they all laughed over how it happened, practically daily. Thankfully, it was the end of the day.

Mo looked at the grandfather clock in the corner of the store and noted that it was only a few minutes before hers and Jane's shifts ended. She began to clear off the counter and stack up the remaining exchanged books. The brunette watched Jane groan as she took in the pile of books for her to put in storage. And being the wonderful friend she was, Morgan laughed at her best friend's misery.

"Oh, put a cork in it, Mo," the redhead whined. "You have the easy job!"

"Yeah, but at least you'll have muscles after lifting all those heavy books!" Morgan giggled. "Whereas I will become Mrs. Marshmallow." She patted her stomach, for emphasis.

That got Jane to laugh. It took a few moments for her to finally stop clutching her stomach and for her giggles to subside.

"Whatever you say, girlie. You and I both know you would sooner marry Ice Cream than a marshmallow."

"Darn right!"

Laughing at her friend's terrible impression of a western accent, Jane picked up the hefty pile of books and went through the light-colored door that led into the back room. Almost immediately after her friend left, the front doorbell sounded and drew Mo's attention away from the redhead's retreating frame.

She could faintly hear the sound of shoes on the store's carpet and the green-colored doors that closing in the background.

"Sorry," she said, still focused on dusting. "I'm afraid we're just closing up. Is there any chance you'd be willing to wait for your book, until tomorrow?"

"I'm actually not here for a book,"  spoke a low, attractive voice. "Is there a Jane Maslow working right now?"

Morgan turned around to see a tall, deeply tanned man, with curly chestnut-colored hair. After a quick moment to survey his figure, the brunette determined that he had a sporty sense of fashion and was a 'take charge' kind of person. She could tell this by the clothes he wore---a red-sports shirt with dark Levi jeans and black adidas. The clothes practically oozed suaveness and confidence.