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things she described already fit her to a T. Well, except the car fixing and goddess in bed things, but hey, a girl could learn, right?
For the first time in…forever…Anna honestly felt hope for her and Quinn.
The key to it was not making it too obvious or too easy. No. She needed to become a little less accessible and make him come to her. But how? There were the obvious methods—simply not being available for him like she normally was. That made her laugh. She’d need a backup for the plan. It didn’t seem to matter when he called or what he wanted, she usually went running. She was going to need someone who was in on her plan to make sure she stayed strong and in control.
The obvious choice was Zoe. Although she had just left on her honeymoon, Anna made a mental note to get together with her for lunch as soon as she got back. That would give her time to really formulate her plan of action.
“Operation Get Quinn.” She chuckled to herself as she drove through town, thankful to almost be home. “Oh, it’s going to be perfect!”
Zoe would be the only one who could know what she was doing. To the rest of her friends and family, it would look like she was finally moving on—she’d go on dates that would hopefully make Quinn jealous, and take some classes to make it look as if she was just broadening her horizons. She thought of her brother and their conversation back at the wedding and knew he’d probably be the most excited at her new pastimes.
Then he’d be pissed when he found out she was doing it all to get Quinn.
“Then he won’t find out why I’m doing it,” she quipped with another laugh and felt as if everything was already falling into place.
When she pulled into her driveway and got out of the car, Anna had a little spring in her step that hadn’t been there before.
And it felt pretty damn good.
* * *
For the next week, Anna did her research. Community college courses, YouTube videos—you name it, she was using it. Of course, there were some things you couldn’t take a class for. Like the sex goddess thing.
I draw the line at taking a class on how to be like that in bed, she told herself. More than once.
The Internet was really quite handy, and she hadn’t appreciated all you could learn on it up until now. Over the last several days, Anna had learned to change a flat tire and to do minor maintenance on her car, like changing out windshield wipers and several filters.
It was Saturday, and today’s project was learning how to change a spark plug. The first thing she was trying it on was her lawn mower. It was an old one—her father had given it to her when he’d upgraded—and she figured it was a good place to start. Five minutes later, she was done.
“Well, that was a little anticlimactic,” she muttered, sitting on the floor of her garage.
The car was a different matter. Unwilling to spend a fortune on a set of tools, Anna had had no choice but to call Bobby and ask to borrow some of his. Luckily, his timing was perfect, and when she looked over her shoulder, he was already pulling into the driveway.
“What’s going on, squirt?” he asked as he strolled her way.
“I told you,” she began, rising to her feet, “this old car is starting to show its age, and in order for me to be responsible, I need to learn how to do some basic stuff to it.”
Bobby rolled his eyes. “That’s what you pay a mechanic for.”
She rolled her eyes right back at him. “And that’s not being very responsible. Come on, Bobby, you know I’m trying to be financially responsible. Some of the stuff this car needs I can probably do myself.” Then she showed him the new wiper blades. “And…” she said, popping the hood, “new air filters! Look at me! I’m practically a mechanic!”
Bobby leaned over the engine and looked around. “Not bad. Not bad at all.” Then he straightened. “Why the sudden interest in car repair? I mean, I know what you just told me, but this car’s been a
For the first time in…forever…Anna honestly felt hope for her and Quinn.
The key to it was not making it too obvious or too easy. No. She needed to become a little less accessible and make him come to her. But how? There were the obvious methods—simply not being available for him like she normally was. That made her laugh. She’d need a backup for the plan. It didn’t seem to matter when he called or what he wanted, she usually went running. She was going to need someone who was in on her plan to make sure she stayed strong and in control.
The obvious choice was Zoe. Although she had just left on her honeymoon, Anna made a mental note to get together with her for lunch as soon as she got back. That would give her time to really formulate her plan of action.
“Operation Get Quinn.” She chuckled to herself as she drove through town, thankful to almost be home. “Oh, it’s going to be perfect!”
Zoe would be the only one who could know what she was doing. To the rest of her friends and family, it would look like she was finally moving on—she’d go on dates that would hopefully make Quinn jealous, and take some classes to make it look as if she was just broadening her horizons. She thought of her brother and their conversation back at the wedding and knew he’d probably be the most excited at her new pastimes.
Then he’d be pissed when he found out she was doing it all to get Quinn.
“Then he won’t find out why I’m doing it,” she quipped with another laugh and felt as if everything was already falling into place.
When she pulled into her driveway and got out of the car, Anna had a little spring in her step that hadn’t been there before.
And it felt pretty damn good.
* * *
For the next week, Anna did her research. Community college courses, YouTube videos—you name it, she was using it. Of course, there were some things you couldn’t take a class for. Like the sex goddess thing.
I draw the line at taking a class on how to be like that in bed, she told herself. More than once.
The Internet was really quite handy, and she hadn’t appreciated all you could learn on it up until now. Over the last several days, Anna had learned to change a flat tire and to do minor maintenance on her car, like changing out windshield wipers and several filters.
It was Saturday, and today’s project was learning how to change a spark plug. The first thing she was trying it on was her lawn mower. It was an old one—her father had given it to her when he’d upgraded—and she figured it was a good place to start. Five minutes later, she was done.
“Well, that was a little anticlimactic,” she muttered, sitting on the floor of her garage.
The car was a different matter. Unwilling to spend a fortune on a set of tools, Anna had had no choice but to call Bobby and ask to borrow some of his. Luckily, his timing was perfect, and when she looked over her shoulder, he was already pulling into the driveway.
“What’s going on, squirt?” he asked as he strolled her way.
“I told you,” she began, rising to her feet, “this old car is starting to show its age, and in order for me to be responsible, I need to learn how to do some basic stuff to it.”
Bobby rolled his eyes. “That’s what you pay a mechanic for.”
She rolled her eyes right back at him. “And that’s not being very responsible. Come on, Bobby, you know I’m trying to be financially responsible. Some of the stuff this car needs I can probably do myself.” Then she showed him the new wiper blades. “And…” she said, popping the hood, “new air filters! Look at me! I’m practically a mechanic!”
Bobby leaned over the engine and looked around. “Not bad. Not bad at all.” Then he straightened. “Why the sudden interest in car repair? I mean, I know what you just told me, but this car’s been a
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