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Maybe this one didn’t. Maybe he was one of those guys, the players, who only wanted to have sex. If that were the case, she wouldn’t mind telling him to get lost.
Dani opened her eyes and read the entire e-mail.
To: “Sanfrandani”
From: “Bigbrother”
Subject: I read your profile
Who are you searching for? Mr. Darcy? Or Mr. Knightley?
-bb
Dani reread the message. Twice.
Okay, she was impressed this guy knew the names of two Jane Austen heroes, but who did he take her for? Intelligent, impulsive Lizzy or smug, interfering Emma?
Still, his message intrigued Dani. She typed a reply and hit “send.” With a satisfied smile on her face, she leaned back in her chair. And almost fell over backward.
Uh-oh. What had she done?
She shouldn’t have replied. Dani grimaced. She wasn’t supposed to engage Bigbrother in more e-mails. She was supposed to tell him she wasn’t interested. To. Go. Away. Politely, of course.
Only she hadn’t wanted to do that.
Not when his e-mail had been unlike any of the others she’d received. He’d obviously read her profile and asked his question based on what she’d written. Not on her photo or bra size. Maybe he was genuinely interested.
Or maybe he was ugly.
Her eyes locked on the link to his profile that would transport her to a page all about him, a page with his picture.
Curiosity trickled down the length of her arm to her fingertip, hovering above the laptop’s trackpad. She wanted to know more about Bigbrother. Read what he’d written about himself. See what he looked like.
Temptation flared. She moved the cursor to the link. All she had to do was click, but she couldn’t.
The less Dani knew about Bigbrother, the better.
She wasn’t looking to meet a guy. She didn’t want to meet a guy. Especially one from Blinddatebrides.com.
Not under these circumstances.
Ignoring the twinge of regret, she closed his e-mail.
Goodbye, Bigbrother.
CHAPTER TWO
AS BRYCE sipped his coffee, hoping the caffeine would get him through the rest of the day, he stared at the four hundred unread e-mails in his in-box. No way could he get through all of them in the next fifteen minutes, but there was one reply he hoped to find.
He skimmed the list of senders and found the name he was looking for…
Sanfrandani.
That didn’t take long.
He couldn’t curb his suspicions and wanted to see what she had to say. Which would it be? A polite brush-off or a straight-to-the-point-please-don’t-contact-me-again? Curious, he opened the message.
To: “Bigbrother”
From: “Sanfrandani”
Subject: RE: I read your profile
Desperately seeking…Colonel Brandon.
-sfd
Bryce frowned and reread the e-mail. He called Joelle into his office. “Who is Colonel Brandon?”
“Didn’t he kill Miss Scarlet in the library with the—”
“No. That’s a game. This one is in a book. Jane Austen.”
Joelle stared blankly at him.
“Come on,” he said. “You have to know this.”
She raised a finely arched brow. “Because I’m female?”
“Because…” Oh, hell, she had him there. “Yeah.”
“I majored in Economics, not English Lit.”
Bryce had majored in Computer Science. He pressed his lips together, still staring at the screen. “Wasn’t there a movie?”
“Not that I saw. Not with a Colonel Brandon. Colin Firth, now…Yum.”
“Spare me.”
Joelle shrugged. “Guess you’ll have to Google this Colonel guy, then. Or call your sister.”
Caitlin.
Thinking of his younger sister brought a smile to Bryce’s face. Of course, Caitlin would know the answer. She was a font of movie trivia, especially chick flicks, but a call to her would lead to a lengthy discussion about wedding preparations. Bryce was happy she’d found the love she’d been hoping for on Blinddatebrides.com. Keeping her safe had been his main reason for creating the Web site, but he didn’t have time to discuss whether champagne-pink or midnight-blue would be the better choice for bridesmaids’ dresses. And he didn’t want her probing him about whether he’d found a date for her upcoming engagement party yet.
His search query resulted in 336,000 documents. The Colonel was a character in Jane Austen’s Sense and Sensibility, but the descriptions Bryce read didn’t make sense. One article called the Colonel “sad and reserved.” Another said he was a “dull older man.”
Nothing, however, explained why Sanfrandani was desperately seeking the Colonel. She was twenty-six, according to her profile—too young for such an old, boring guy. Unless she was a gold-digger.
