“Wait.” I held up a hand. “Does that mean Alex is my Darcy? Because that would make me—” I couldn’t bring myself to say it aloud. Who didn’t secretly dream of being compared to Elizabeth Bennet, the witty and vivacious heroine of Pride and Prejudice? As for Mr. Darcy . . . I shivered pleasantly. “Simmer down there,” Jasper tutted. “I wouldn’t go that far.
