Mr. Darcy and the Girl Next Door

It was supposed to be simple: come back to Derbyshire, see childhood friends, maybe fall in love. But that was before I realized George Darcy, the boy I'd set my heart on when I was just thirteen, was engaged to Lady Lucilla.

Things I didn't expect this week:

1. Realizing I still had feelings for George. (Old habits die hard.)
2. Being warned off by his oh-so-serious older brother. (As if I'd listen!)
3. Finding myself in the middle of a love square? Love rhombus? Whatever it's called.
4. Being oddly drawn to the older Darcy brother. (His eyes... that's all I'm saying.)
5. Being the unintentional wrench in a seemingly perfect engagement.
6. Participating in the wittiest banter battles of my life. (With Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome, no less.)
>**Fitzwilliam Darcy**

I pride myself on being the responsible Darcy. But responsibility gets a tad complicated when Elizabeth Bennet storms back into our lives.

This week's unforeseen complications:

1. Trying to keep my wayward brother, George, on the straight and narrow. (Impossible.)
2. Watching Elizabeth, with her sparkling eyes and razor-sharp wit, aim for George's heart. (Torture.)
3. Reminding myself I'm trying to keep her away for George's own good. (A lie I keep telling myself.)
4. Finding it increasingly challenging to keep my distance. (Why does she have to be so... captivating?)
5. Becoming entangled in a mess of love, loyalty, and longing.
6. Wishing, for the first time in my life, that I wasn't the responsible one.
7. Realizing that perhaps it's my heart that's at stake in this unexpected game of romance.