No, Not that Jane Austen by Marilyn Grey

Author:Marilyn Grey [Grey, Marilyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Winslet Press
Published: 2015-01-12T00:00:00+00:00

I picked up another slice and widened my eyes as I brought it toward my face. "At least I’m careful not to get it all over my face.” I dabbed my mouth with a napkin. “I’m not popular as in cheerleader and homecoming queen kind of popular. I do have a lot of friends from different cliques. I get along with a lot of different types of people, I guess. Is that popular? But normal ... I don't want to be normal."

"That's just the thing. You absolutely are not even close to normal." He brought a fry to his lips. "Rest easy."

We finished eating in silence until we ended up licking our fingers and dabbing crumbs. At the same time. We laughed, cleared the crumbs, and shoved our mess into one large pile on the empty pizza tray and stood. "Ready?"

"You want me to take you back now?"

He leaned closer to me, flickering his eyelashes just inches from mine. "I'm not sure want is the right word, Ms. Austen."

I sincerely hoped my face did not look as warm as it felt. "And what would you want exactly?"

He tossed everything in the trash, placed the tray in its designated return spot, and held the door open for me. "How about a walk?"

"Oh! How I shall fancy a delightful stroll about the town," I teased him with my best impression of his accent.

"That was pretty good," he said. "A little too posh for my accent, but good for an American."

We rounded the city corner. I watched him take in the surroundings. I'd never been to Nashville, but I couldn't imagine it being like Philly. I'm sure he wanted to see something nicer than a few boarded up houses and mini marts.

"Let's go left up here," I said. "We aren't in the best area for sight-seeing, but there are some more romantic streets over that way."

"Ro ... mantic?" He nudged me with his elbow, and I'm sure he intended to aim for my arm, but instead he jabbed my boob. "I am so ... what I ... oh, what a daft cow. I'm sorry."

"Daft cow?" I laughed. "It's fine. Not much here to fondle anyway."

"There's enough."

I pretended not to hear that. "So ... I meant romantic as in beautiful, lovely, pleasant. I'm not completely anti-romance, you know."

"But you're a little anti-romance? Parents divorced?"

"Not in the slightest. Their love story is too sappy for the cheesiest of Hollywood."

"That must be nice." He shoved his hands into his pockets. "My parents are divorced. Happily so. It's a bit awkward, but they parted on fairly civil terms."

"You'd think it would be nice to have cheesy parents who haven't released the honeymoon stage yet, but it's overwhelming. They named me after Jane Austen because they fell in love in high school when they were partners for a Pride and Prejudice reading project or something. Everything since then has been perfect for them. They never fight. They always stare dreamily into each other's eyes while I’m trying to get through breakfast.

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