Page 109 of Hang the Moon
Gemini—William and Viola fromShakespeare in Love
Cancer—Jack and Ennis fromBrokeback Mountain
Leo—Satine and Christian fromMoulin Rouge!
Virgo—Hero and Leander
Libra—Marianne and Héloïse fromPortrait of a Lady on Fire
Scorpio—Catherine and Heathcliff fromWuthering Heights
Sagittarius—Jack and Rose fromTitanic
Capricorn—Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai fromThe Butterfly Lovers
Aquarius—Neo and Trinity fromThe Matrix
Pisces—Landon and Jamie fromA Walk to Remember
You have everything?” Darcy stepped to the side when a harried-looking mother dragging two small children mutteredExcuse meand bolted around her, heading toward security.
Even if Annie had forgotten something, it was too late to go back for it. She had a flight to catch. “I think so.”
Darcy frowned at Annie’s carry-on. “You have your phone? Charger?”
Check and double check. “Got ’em. If I forgot anything—”
“I can mail it to you.” Darcy crossed her arms, still staring at Annie’s bag. Darcy hadn’t looked at her straight-on since Annie had briefly filled her in on what had happened between her and Brendon while she was gone. “Or I can always hold on to it for safekeeping.”
Annie’s smile went strained.
Over the airport intercom a voice proclaimed it was now a quarter to tenP.M.Her flight was at 12:01, and from the looks of the crowd heading through the central terminal toward the S gates, getting through security would take a while.
This was it.
She turned back to Darcy, her traitorous eyes sparing a quick glance over Darcy’s shoulder in the direction of the glass doors. Her heart climbed into her throat as she thought for a split second maybe that was—no, it was a different guy, not tall enough, hair too dark, not bronze enough, not Brendon.
It was stupid, but she couldn’t make herself stop looking for him in the crowd, searching for his face in a sea of strangers, a tiny part of her hoping she’d turn around and he’d be there. That he’d rush through the terminal, leap over a luggage cart or something equally ridiculous, and stop in front of her, panting,smiling, eyes pleading. That at the eleventh hour he’d show up and—what? Ask her to stay?
He’d done that already, and she’d told him she needed time to think. Which was true, shedid, but that didn’t stop a tiny, irrational part of her from hoping he’d show up and kiss her one last time.
Irrational was right. Brendon wasn’t here and he wasn’t coming because she wasn’t living in the last ten minutes of one of those movies he loved.
“I should probably—” She jerked her thumb behind her, gesturing toward the security line.
“Speaking as someone with experience, it feels like you’re running away,” Darcy said, not bothering to beat around the bush, instead lunging straight for Annie’s throat.
Annie winced and tucked her hair behind her ear, accidentally tugging strands loose from the sloppy fishtail braid she’d thrown her hair into in the car on the way to the airport. “Running away would’ve been booking an earlier flight, cutting my trip short. I had this booked, Darce. Round-trip. Besides, how do you run away to the place you already live?”
“When it’s not home. When you’re leaving for the wrong reasons.” Darcy frowned sharply. “When you’re leaving not because it’s smart but because you’re scared.”
“Oof.” Annie huffed. Darcy’s words had hit their mark. “You had those at the ready.”
“I’m a fount of knowledge and rotten firsthand experience with running scared,” Darcy said, wry.
“That’s not true. You moved to Seattle because you needed space. Distance.”
“I’m not talking about that. I’m talking about when I pushed Elle away because I was scared to tell her how I felt. Because I was scared of how much I felt.”
