I hope so! Because that’s what I wrote.
Want a little more? Here’s an excerpt from the chapter that inspired the title:
“What are you doing?” Mr. Darcy grumbled beside her.
“I am going to pick the lock,” she replied with as much confidence as she could muster.
“Do you have experience picking locks?”
“Not especially. Do you?”
“No, but I fear how your hair will look when we are finally discovered.”
As if she had not considered that! Of all the pompous, know-it-all… A quick reminder of Mr. Darcy’s kinder qualities curtailed her irritation and bolstered her forbearance. Good heavens, the man tried her patience! “You would have me cross my arms and wait for someone to discover us? How long might that take? Does Mr. Bingley even use this room?” She had appreciated the comfortable seating area around the fireplace, but she had not failed to notice the lack of glowing embers as well as the desk’s lack of a chair.
“I only mean to point out that it is to our advantage not to appear disheveled when we are finally found.”
She turned to face him directly, one hand holding her pin, the other fisted on her hip. That he was right only irritated her more. “Do you have a better idea?”
“I am thinking.”
“Excellent. While you think, I shall attempt to pick this lock.” Returning to the door, she twisted her pin with too much enthusiasm. The pin bent and snapped. Confound it!
What do you think? Would you read it?
