Page 69 of Hang the Moon
No.No, she really wasn’t.
Brendon had his forearms resting on his knees. He nodded.
“And... go!”
Okay... she could figure out a way around this. She held up two fingers.
He frowned. “Two words?”
She nodded and held up one finger.
“First word.”
She grimaced and got down on her hands and knees. Darcy snickered before clapping a hand over her face. Annie wassogoing to murder her in her sleep.
“Uh...?” Brendon shook his head.
Here went nothing. Annie stuck out her tongue and started to pant.
Brendon stared, cocking his head to the side, doing a better job of looking like an adorably confused puppy dog than she was.
She couldn’t believe she was about to do this. She started to shake her butt, still while on her hands and knees. Darcy covered her face with her hands, shaking so hard Annie was pretty sure Darcy was about to start crying.
“Um...” Brendon tugged on his hair. “Wiggle?”
Jesus. Annie swallowed down her mortification and hiked her leg in the air, pretending to pee on an imaginary hydrant.
Darcy fell over, and Elle and Margot lost it entirely, their laughter filling the apartment.
“Dog?” he guessed.
She waffled her head from side to side.
“Puppy?”
Gah.Annie made a frazzled gesture for him to keep guessing.
“Dog... doggo... doggy!”
Annie collapsed to the floor with relief.
“Twenty seconds!” Margot shouted.
Annie held up two fingers.
“Second word,” Brendon blurted, nodding quickly.
Annie stood and gestured to her blouse.
“Shirt? Clothes. Fashion.”
Annie bounced up and down. So close.
Brendon’s eyes widened before he pinched his lips shut and snorted. “Doggy style?”
Face on fire, Annie tossed Darcy a quick, gloating smile before Brendon wrapped his arms around her waist and hefted her in the air, spinning her in a dizzying circle that made her stomach swoop.
“Okay. This one’s easy. I want to get it over with.” Margot shoved the paper in her back pocket and took the floor. She stuck one arm out in front of her, then the next, before flipping her right arm palm side up, then the left.
