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She’d walked right into that one. “How exactly do you plan on changing my mind?”
He scoffed, his smile belying the sound. “Reveal my methods? What do you take me for? An amateur?”
All those dates Brendon had set Darcy up on sprang to mind. “No blind dates. I don’t live here, remember?”
“Wasn’t planning on it.”
“Then how—” She bit her tongue. It didn’t matter because it wasn’t going to work. “Fine. Good luck.”
The left corner of his mouth curved in a smirk that brought out the dimple in his cheek. “I don’t need luck, Annie.”
Chapter Three
What Romantic Movie Gesture Are You Based on Your Zodiac Sign?
Aries—Sweet Home Alabama’s kiss in the rain
Taurus—Pretty Woman’s fire escape serenade
Gemini—Never Been Kissed’s first kiss on the baseball field
Cancer—The Notebook’s dream house
Leo—10 Things I Hate About You’s bleacher serenade
Virgo—Love Actually’s cue cards
Libra—Notting Hill’s Chagall painting
Scorpio—The Breakfast Club’s diamond earring gift
Sagittarius—Beauty and the Beast’s library access
Capricorn—Pride and Prejudice’s Darcy paying for Lydia’s wedding
Aquarius—Say Anything’s boom box serenade
Pisces—Bridget Jones’s Diary’s undie run + diary gift
Saturday, May 29
Brendon’s calves burned as he stretched up on his toes, his left arm extended above his head, reaching for the yellow handhold. His fingers skimmed the bottom; close, but no cigar. He gripped the dusty pink rock a little tighter and adjusted his footing, hiking his right leg up to his waist, bracing the ball of his foot against the green sliver of a hold at hip height. Bouncing on his toes, he used the momentum to heave himself up, his fingers pinching the higher handhold. Sweat trickled down his spine, soaking into his gym shorts.Success.
Several feet below, Margot grunted as she hefted herself up the rock wall. “You’re awfully quiet this morning.”
His right foot slipped and his stomach went into free fall. He caught himself, hugging the wall as his breathing evened out. “Sorry. Just have a lot on my mind.”
Last night he’d lain in bed wondering how someone like Annie had become so jaded. Darcy, he’d understood. But what had pushed Annie to the point of swearing off love? It didn’t seem like she had towering, fortress-style walls erected around her heart like Darcy, whose guardedness had been plain to see. Granted, he’d only spent a few hours talking to Annie, but she’d seemed more... apathetic about love than someone who’d been burned by it.
None of it sat right, her resignation nor her flippant attitude to his promise to prove her wrong. She’d seemed as sure of herself as he was, which only made him more determined to change her mind.
Problem was, he didn’t know where to start.
“About?”
Knowing Margot, she’d give him shit for this, but maybe she could help him look at things from a different angle. Illuminate a blind spot. “Let’s say I needed to prove to someone that romance isn’t dead.”
“Someone.Does this have something to do with OTP?”
