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Authors: Cindi Madsen
Tags: Romance, Contemporary, series, small town, entangled publishing, bait and switch, Bliss, Cindi Madsen, fake relationship, high school crush, accidentally in love, falling for her fiancé
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were apparently not hanging out in the places she was.
“Brynn, hon?” Mom called from next to the register. “Did you mean to organize the lures like this? It seems like the chug bugs should be closer to the top.”
Lord, give me strength. Brynn didn’t know why Mom wouldn’t go fishing with Dad. He asked every time—he always got this hopeful look in his eye, too—but she rarely went out with him anymore. Brynn certainly didn’t love fishing like Paul and Dad did, but she liked to go now and then. And sure, sometimes when she’d been trapped on the boat for hours , she would look out at the lake and have this urge to make a swim for the shore, as if she were breaking out of prison. But she liked to think she’d sacrifice for the guy she loved. If she ever found him, that is.
Hopefully he’d be as understanding when it came to sitting through her plays or letting her go on and on about literature and how they just didn’t make love stories like they used to.
“I’m going to go ahead and move them for you so people can actually find what they’re looking for,” Mom said.
I think I need to beg Dad to drag her onto the lake next time. Mom had always sighed a bit about the fishing, but she’d also gone out once in a while to be with Dad. Brynn couldn’t remember the last time her dad’s fishing adventure stories—signature fisherman exaggerations added in, of course—had included Mom. Come to think of it, Mom seemed to avoid any talk of fishing or Dad lately. In fact, whenever Brynn brought up either subject, Mom sidetracked the conversation. What’s up with that?
“Brynn, honey?” Mom waved her closer. “Why don’t you come over here so I can show you how to better organize these? That way I don’t have to keep doing it for you.” Brynn took a deep breath and let it out slowly. This was going to be a long day.
“Crapcrapcrap.” Brynn took the corner way faster than she should’ve, causing the tires of her car to screech. She parked, shot out of the front seat, and headed to the back door. It was locked, of course. She knocked, waited a couple seconds, and then sprinted toward the front. While she hadn’t spoken directly to Sawyer since the door incident, she’d heard the snide comment he made yesterday about her being late again.
She rushed into the auditorium and down the steps. By the time she got up front she was breathless. Everyone else was already onstage and Leo and Tony were running their scene as Algy and Jack.
“Nice of you to join us, Cecily ,” Sawyer said with a huff. “This is the third day in a row.”
Brynn let out a breath. “I know. I’m sorry. I just—”
“Now that Cecily’s here, we can pick up right before the engagement scene. Yesterday it was awful.”
Damn, he was being so cold today. Calling her Cecily. And the way he was staring at her, eyes narrowed, the muscles in his jaw tight, made the spot between her ribs ache. She wanted to argue that there were plenty of scenes she—or Cecily—wasn’t in, but she knew that didn’t matter. She was in the proposal scene, and it did need the most help.
She hurried up the stairs and got into position in the middle of the stage. “Where are we starting from?” she whispered to Leo.
“So, my dear chap, where shall we start our journey from today?” Leo asked Sawyer, which was exactly what Brynn had been trying to avoid—the asking where to start, though she also liked to avoid Leo’s in character questions as much as possible.
“How about when Cecily’s telling him they’re engaged? Actually, just after that, when she tells him about the broken engagement. That’s where it went downhill yesterday. Yes, it’s got to be funny, but you’re actors. Act like you like each other.”
“I do like Leo—er, Algernon,” Brynn said before Leo could correct her. “I mean, not like that, but—”
“I know you can pull off pretending to like someone,” Sawyer said. “But act like you love him. Make
“Brynn, hon?” Mom called from next to the register. “Did you mean to organize the lures like this? It seems like the chug bugs should be closer to the top.”
Lord, give me strength. Brynn didn’t know why Mom wouldn’t go fishing with Dad. He asked every time—he always got this hopeful look in his eye, too—but she rarely went out with him anymore. Brynn certainly didn’t love fishing like Paul and Dad did, but she liked to go now and then. And sure, sometimes when she’d been trapped on the boat for hours , she would look out at the lake and have this urge to make a swim for the shore, as if she were breaking out of prison. But she liked to think she’d sacrifice for the guy she loved. If she ever found him, that is.
Hopefully he’d be as understanding when it came to sitting through her plays or letting her go on and on about literature and how they just didn’t make love stories like they used to.
“I’m going to go ahead and move them for you so people can actually find what they’re looking for,” Mom said.
I think I need to beg Dad to drag her onto the lake next time. Mom had always sighed a bit about the fishing, but she’d also gone out once in a while to be with Dad. Brynn couldn’t remember the last time her dad’s fishing adventure stories—signature fisherman exaggerations added in, of course—had included Mom. Come to think of it, Mom seemed to avoid any talk of fishing or Dad lately. In fact, whenever Brynn brought up either subject, Mom sidetracked the conversation. What’s up with that?
“Brynn, honey?” Mom waved her closer. “Why don’t you come over here so I can show you how to better organize these? That way I don’t have to keep doing it for you.” Brynn took a deep breath and let it out slowly. This was going to be a long day.
“Crapcrapcrap.” Brynn took the corner way faster than she should’ve, causing the tires of her car to screech. She parked, shot out of the front seat, and headed to the back door. It was locked, of course. She knocked, waited a couple seconds, and then sprinted toward the front. While she hadn’t spoken directly to Sawyer since the door incident, she’d heard the snide comment he made yesterday about her being late again.
She rushed into the auditorium and down the steps. By the time she got up front she was breathless. Everyone else was already onstage and Leo and Tony were running their scene as Algy and Jack.
“Nice of you to join us, Cecily ,” Sawyer said with a huff. “This is the third day in a row.”
Brynn let out a breath. “I know. I’m sorry. I just—”
“Now that Cecily’s here, we can pick up right before the engagement scene. Yesterday it was awful.”
Damn, he was being so cold today. Calling her Cecily. And the way he was staring at her, eyes narrowed, the muscles in his jaw tight, made the spot between her ribs ache. She wanted to argue that there were plenty of scenes she—or Cecily—wasn’t in, but she knew that didn’t matter. She was in the proposal scene, and it did need the most help.
She hurried up the stairs and got into position in the middle of the stage. “Where are we starting from?” she whispered to Leo.
“So, my dear chap, where shall we start our journey from today?” Leo asked Sawyer, which was exactly what Brynn had been trying to avoid—the asking where to start, though she also liked to avoid Leo’s in character questions as much as possible.
“How about when Cecily’s telling him they’re engaged? Actually, just after that, when she tells him about the broken engagement. That’s where it went downhill yesterday. Yes, it’s got to be funny, but you’re actors. Act like you like each other.”
“I do like Leo—er, Algernon,” Brynn said before Leo could correct her. “I mean, not like that, but—”
“I know you can pull off pretending to like someone,” Sawyer said. “But act like you love him. Make
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