It wasn't that Teagan had meant to eavesdrop, exactly. She hadn't. But a shelf of books didn't do much to buffer sound, so it was difficult not to overhear things in the bookstore, especially if someone was re-shelving books only a few feet away from a conversation taking place.
So it really wasn't her fault at all that she caught a few lines here and there. But it was really the last that grabbed her attention and forced her to hurry through her work and walk away in order to avoid giggling. Had that man just said the word suitors without a hint of irony? Seriously?
They'd both been speaking with a hint of formality, the way some of the people Teagan had known when she'd gone to school did when - in her opinion - they were trying to sound smart, but that was just too much. Granted, she'd never done a whole lot of flirting in her life, but that had been like something out of an outdated novel... or maybe a movie set in the polite South.
She'd been tempted to peek through the rows of books to see what kind of girl might actually fall for a line like that (in her imagination, the woman should be dressed like an extra on Steel Magnolias), but knowing that it would probably be rude, she opted to go do something on the other side of the store instead. Part of her wished the guy luck as she went. After all, how many guys could there be in the world who were willing to try that hard?