8
His chief object was by delicate attentions to recommend himself to her. —Pride now it’s grown over with thick green foliage and fluffy pink roses.
Darcy stands in a linen suit on the stone steps leading to his home with Caroline beside him. Judging from the amused looks on their faces, they watched Colin’s heroic efforts to park the car. I begin to open my car door, and my date shouts, “Wait! I always open the door for my women.” I wait in my seat and gaze out the tinted window as Darcy and Caroline watch with intense curiosity to see who else will emerge from the Cybertruck.
Colin takes his time walking over to my side. He stops to take a selfie with the stone house behind him and then, I think, a photo of his truck with the house. He takes a moment to study Charlie’s BMW and then snaps another picture. Normally, I’d find it annoying to wait in a warm car and would simply open my own door. But my fear of seeing Darcy has me staying put. When Colin finally opens my door, I slowly step out.
“I like your dress; it shows off your clavicles,” Colin says. “You have great clavicles. Seriously, the best I’ve ever seen, and I’ve taken gross anatomy.”
I can’t hold it back anymore; I snort laugh. “My clavicles are better than those on a dead person?” He looks at me confused and then begins to laugh with me. Right then, my eyes catch Liam Darcy standing on the front steps, frowning.