Act Like You Love Me (An Accidentally in Love Novel) (Entangled: Bliss)
the audience feel it.”
    I know you can pull off pretending to like someone? What the hell? Was he taking about the scene? Was he implying that she’d only pretended to like him?
    Determined to make everyone in the whole damn place feel it, she lifted her chin and stared into Leo’s eyes. “Yes, you’ve wonderfully good taste, Earnest. It’s the excuse I’ve always given for your leading such a bad life.”
    Judging from the transformation she’d seen of Sawyer’s house this past week, he had wonderfully good taste, too. The porch had been transformed from old and broken to a white Victorian-style beauty, the kind she’d always loved. The scalloped edges at the top were perfection, and the new royal blue door with etched glass was lovely.
    But she didn’t think it was excuse enough to lead a bad life. Not that he was totally bad.
    Brynn realized her attention had drifted to him and she quickly moved to her next line, lifting the box of letters to show Algernon. “And this is the box in which I keep all your dear letters.”
    “My letters!” Leo said, eyes going wide. “But, my own sweet Cecily, I have never written you any letters.”
    “You need hardly remind me of that, Earnest.” Brynn gave a dramatic sigh. “I remember only too well that I was forced to write your letters for you…” She continued on, focusing on the words, her hand movements, all while trying to stare at Leo as if he hung the moon. They went through talking about their broken engagement, and then Leo was kneeling in front of her.
    “What a perfect angel you are, Cecily.”
    “You dear romantic boy.” She leaned down enough for Leo to kiss her, and she ran her fingers through his hair, like the stage directions said. She didn’t even flinch at how much hair gel was in it, because that’s how good of an actress she was right now. “I hope your hair curls naturally, does—”
    “Cut, cut, cut!” Sawyer stood. “Was that supposed to be more passionate? Because it sucked.”
    Frustration ran through Brynn, making her grit her teeth. Right now, she was sort of wishing Sawyer would go back to ignoring the play and typing away at his computer. Did he even know what the play was about? “This is supposed to be the 1800s. It can’t be too passionate or it would seem inappropriate for the time.”
    The next instant Sawyer was charging up the steps to the stage. “I’m not saying it’s got to be a kiss with tongue and groping—”
    Brynn’s face heated, and worse, she imagined kissing Leo with tongue and groping. Ew.
    “—I’m saying you’ve got to look at each other like you’re in love so the audience will want it to work out. Our modern audience.” Sawyer shook his head. “You two don’t have any chemistry. You’ve got to work on that. Now, take it again, from before the proposal.”
    It was impossible to concentrate with Sawyer standing right there, so close she could hear every shift of his body and feel his gaze on her like a weight. All her lines were swimming together. Finally, she cleared her throat and forced the words out. “It would hardly have been a really serious engagement if it hadn’t been broken off at least once. But I forgave you before the week was out.”
    Leo knelt, told her she was an angel. She said her line, trying to peer into his soul like she wanted to be with him, and then Leo kissed her. And it was sloppier than usual. She did her best to not jerk back, though it was her first instinct.
    “Okay, that was just…” Sawyer moved in front of her. He looked at the playbook, then lowered it by his side and stared into her eyes. The air thickened around them and she could feel every thump of her heart. “What a perfect angel you are, Cecily.” He said it so tenderly, his smile close-lipped but full of joy.
    “You dear romantic boy,” she said, all out of instinct because thoughts were getting fuzzy.
    He leaned in and kissed her, a soft kiss with his lips barely parted. Brynn’s heart

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