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Chapter One: Intrigue

The room was dark and crowded, but the music was loud. Darcy sat at a high table, nursing a scotch, waiting for his cousin to arrive and grumbling to himself. Why do I let him talk me into going to places like this? I could be at the office, going through the mountain of paperwork, reading a book, or, well, anything else. At least this place isn't as seedy as the last one. He was looking around the room, watching the lights from the dance floor pass randomly over the crowds gathered at the tables, when his ear was caught by the melodic laughter of a woman. When he turned to view the source, he saw a slender young woman, her head thrown back in gaiety standing at the bar. As she turned from the bar, drink in hand, his gaze followed her curiously; her dark wavy hair bobbed as she seemed to float through the crowd to a table attended by several other ladies.

Darcy watched with amusement as she talked and laughed with her friends. He noticed her enigmatic smile, her carefree laugh, and the way she seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself. She was dressed in a blue casual skirt that showed off her hips, and a dark colored tight fitting sweater; her hair falling freely around her shoulders. She didn't have the figure of a model, but definitely had all the right curves in all the right places.

He had not realized he was staring at her, until she caught his eye with what seemed to be a wink - though with the corner of her mouth. With a blush, he quickly diverted his gaze to his drink. After several minutes, he found himself watching her again as she made her way to the dance floor, where her body moved effortlessly to the rhythm of the music. She was confident, elegant, and utterly enchanting.

"Her name is Liz, Elizabeth actually, but I call her Liz," came a familiar voice, causing Darcy to jump.

In an effort to recompose himself and as a way of greeting, he growled back, "Richard, what took you so long! I've been nursing this drink for half an hour."

"Sorry cuz, duty called," Richard replied, unrepentant. "You should go talk to her; you'd like her."

Darcy glared at his cousin, prompting a hearty laugh in return. Richard was always trying to introduce Darcy to women, vowing he would not be satisfied until he saw 'Chicago's most eligible bachelor' married. Richard, on the other hand, was determined to make full use of his bachelor status, and refused any notion of relinquishing its benefits.

"If you will not say hello, then I most certainly will," said Richard cheerfully, leaving Darcy alone with his drink once again.

"Cas! Who's your friend?" Elizabeth asked Richard teasingly.

"Huh?"

"The dark, handsome one that's been staring at me all night. The one dressed for a business meeting." she answered, referring to Darcy's sweater and blazer attire.

Richard laughed at the apt description. "Ah, my cousin Darcy." Then, with an amused look, he added, "All night, huh?"

Elizabeth laughed. "Yep. What's his problem?"

"Problem? You mean other than being rich and handsome?"

"Yeah, he's the only guy I've seen who comes to a club dressed for business meeting, stares at a woman all night, but won't buy her a drink. Does he dance?"

Richard laughed heartily at the accuracy of her description of his cousin. "Why don't you go find out?"

"Cas, that sounds like a dare." Elizabeth replied cheekily.

Richard shrugged with a challenging look. His look turned to amusement, when he noticed Darcy watching the two of them. With a suggestive look, he said, "Care to have some fun first?"

Elizabeth suspiciously eyed Richard, but her eyes twinkled. Clearly she was intrigued. "If it involves you fondling me, you know the answer is no."

Laughing, Richard feigned pleading, "Bend the rules just this once? Please, Liz?"

Elizabeth shot a quick glance over her shoulder. "Excuse me, I have to inquire about a dance partner."

Darcy watched jealously as Richard made his way to the dance floor, was warmly greeted by Elizabeth, and was quickly engaged in apparently amusing conversation. He watched, with not a little jealousy, how easily Richard had assumed himself as Elizabeth's dance partner and wondered about the topic of their banter. Whatever it was, they were both clearly enjoying themselves.

Darcy had known Richard his entire life, and as long as he had known him, Richard always had the same charismatic, easygoing persona. Richard was a few years older than him, and they had grown up more like brothers than cousins. Richard had joined the army when he turned eighteen, Darcy believed, as a form of rebellion and to avoid entering his father's business. Despite his original reasons, Richard had made a successful career of the military. He was a colonel now, overseeing the ROTC programs in the state of Illinois, and was actively involved with the Veterans' Hospital in Chicago.

Unlike Richard, Darcy had never been able to introduce himself to strangers in casual settings, much less start a conversation. The whole idea of small talk aggravated him. Richard was a fountain of small talk and flattery – deserved or not. Darcy could never bring himself to flatter someone for the sake of conversation. If only dating was more like a business, he mused. Relationships built on mutual benefits, with clearly identified goals and motives. No small talk, no empty promises, and no false flattery.

With a sigh, he returned to the bar to get another drink. He was quickly accosted by two overly drunk women, who he attempted to discourage with the best manners his breeding had instilled in him. Thankfully, from a sweet but authoritative voice came, "He's already taken, girls."

Turning towards the voice, he was surprised to see Elizabeth sidling up next to him, proudly displaying an engagement ring to the other women. The other two turned in disgust, muttering under their breath. The shock on Darcy's face was evident. "Thank you?" he managed.

Elizabeth smirked, her eyes sparking with mischief, "Are you going to stare at me all night or dance with me?"

Darcy felt the heat rising on his neck. She had noticed. He quickly added to her list of plusses, a beautiful voice and sparkling rich brown eyes. Her soft floral scent played havoc on his equanimity, and his first impulse was to wrap his arms around her and bury his face in her hair. He silently cursed Richard, certain he had something to do with her arrival at his side, and replied stiffly, "Forgive me, Miss, I don't dance."

He glanced once again at the engagement ring and raised a quizzical brow to Elizabeth. With a shrug, a saucy look, and a drink in hand she returned to her table of friends. As she passed by Richard, she called out, "Later Cas."

Darcy could not help look after her as let the breath he was holding escape. He turned back to his table, sans drink, where he was met by Richard, who was shaking his head at him.

"She's engaged!" growled Darcy.

Richard shrugged, "I doubt it. She hasn't dated anyone in years."

"I saw the engagement ring." He bit back.

Richard shook his head, a knowing, amused smile across his face.

The rest of the evening, Darcy struggled to divert his attention away from Elizabeth, with varying success. Finally, when he had had enough, he left for the walk home. The entire walk was accompanied by pleasant thoughts about of sparkling brown eyes and a lovely swaying figure.

"Darcy!" Came the cheerful voice on the phone.

"What's up, Charles?" Darcy answered, in a distracted voice. Charles, bless him, was ever the optimist and never failed to hide it in his voice. The world could be ending in a fiery hailstorm and Darcy was certain the greeting would be the same.

"I'm having a party at my place on Saturday. Will you come?"

Darcy rolled his eyes. He knows I hate parties. "What's the occasion?"

"It's Jane's thirty second birthday."

Darcy groaned, not even trying to hide his annoyance. "Jane, as in your new girlfriend, Jane? Why would she want me at her birthday party? I've met her once."

Darcy had met Charles at NYU when they were both undergrads. They had a few classes together and became fast friends. When they both moved on to Harvard Business School, the friendship grew mostly from the similarity in their lots in life. Charles was inheriting his father's construction company, while Darcy was inheriting the Darcy legacy, consisting of PMB Corporation, and a sundry of properties scattered across the United States and England.

Charles had always been a good friend, despite his quirk of falling in and out of love faster than cupid could shoot arrows on Valentine's Day. Jane was just the latest of Charles' "angels." Darcy had met every single one of them, and had picked up the pieces after each one had failed to grow into something permanent.

The other quirk of Charles was he didn't need a reason to throw a party, especially if it was for his girlfriend. A birthday, or the mere fact it was Wednesday, was a good enough reason for Charles. Being one of Charles' closest friends, Darcy never failed to receive an invitation.

He even attended most of them, if for no other reason than to the meet Charles' latest impending heartbreak, and to maintain their friendship; being Darcy had very few true friends.

Of course, there was the fact that Charles' parties had also gotten him out of a number of Friday night prowls with Richard, and after last weekend's adventure, a party at Charles' was the lesser of two evils. Of course the fact that Charles' sister Caroline was out of the country, made his appearance at Charles' even more appealing.

"Darcy!" Charles implored. "Just show up."

Darcy capitulated. "I'll be there."

"Great! Saturday at seven. See you then!"

Darcy arrived at the party 8:30, hoping to minimize his presence with a late arrival and early departure. Charles owned a house just outside Chicago, and despite having an apartment in the downtown area, most of Charles' parties were at the house. It was the most pleasant part about attending these parties – the chance to see the stars and breathe in fresh air.

Much like every other party Charles had thrown, there was music, dancing, drink and food everywhere. Darcy quickly scanned the area for Charles, hoping to find him, make his appearance known and then hide on the porch until he could leave again.

"Darcy!" Charles shouted over the crowd and music. "You remember Jane?" Charles said with a silly grin on his face. "This is her sister Elizabeth, Elizabeth Bennet."

Darcy caught his breath and he felt the heat creep up his neck. In front of him stood the alluring brunette from the previous weekend. Elizabeth was dressed in a pair of well fitting blue jeans, and a form fitting t-shirt that was covered by an unbuttoned long sleeve cotton shirt. Her hair was hastily pulled back in a hair clip, leaving stray wisps of hair that played with the collar of her overshirt. Despite her casual appearance, she looked incredible.

"Nice to see you again." Elizabeth said politely.

Charles looked inquisitively first at Elizabeth and then at Darcy. "You two know each other?"

With a bit of unusual inspiration, Darcy replied with a smirk, "I'm told she's my fiancée."

Elizabeth laughed heartily at the two stunned faces of Charles and Jane, setting Darcy's heart to a rapid beat. "Only until he refused to dance, and then I had to throw the ring back in his face." She teased.

Darcy smiled weakly as he again felt the heat creeping up his neck; he was at a loss for words. "I... I..." he stuttered.

Elizabeth chuckled at Darcy's nervousness and proceeded to explain to Charles and Jane their previous meeting.

Introductions over, Darcy got himself a drink, did a once around the crowd, and then escaped to the porch. It was a cool fall night, but the fresh air felt good; it let him escape the crowd, and more importantly, returned him to his senses. It's just an infatuation, he told himself. It should be expected. He was human after all, with 20/20 vision, not to mention he hadn't been out on a date in years.

Being hit on by drunk "boys" was not Elizabeth's idea of a good time. She had no time for love or romance, much less with men whose idea of fun was to see how much free alcohol they could consume in one night. After having cleaned up the beer that had just been spilled on her, she decided to step out on the porch before her violent instincts took over. She was a little surprised to find herself not alone.

Darcy was bent over the porch railing looking up at the stars, giving her a clear view of his backside. Definitely a handsome man! Tall, great butt, lovely dark hair. What's with the clothes though? Darcy was dressed in a pair of khakis, a long sleeve turtleneck and a blazer. I wonder if he always dresses so stuffily. I wonder what he would look like in a tight t-shirt and jeans. She chuckled at the turn her thoughts had taken her.

"Figures you'd be out here," came her sweet voice.

"What?" Darcy replied, feeling a little indignant at the intrusion. He smiled as he recognized the owner of the voice. Elizabeth stood next to him, her back against the railing, looking him over. What would it be like to be wrapped in those arms? She thought to herself, causing a light blush to suffuse her cheeks.

Darcy looked her over and noticed her left hand dangling from the railing, sans engagement ring. Nodding towards her hand he said, "I'm sorry. I didn't know, otherwise I wouldn't have said anything."

Elizabeth laughed lightly, calming Darcy a little. "I would have thought someone like you would have noticed it was only a CZ. It's useful for fending off drunks; and apparently rescuing gentlemen in distress." she answered, her eyes twinkling with mirth.

"Someone like me?" he asked, offended, his brow creased. What is that supposed to mean? I saw the ring maybe a minute, how would I know?

Again her light laugh permeated the night. "Yes, the well dressed, stuffy business type, who probably doesn't even own a pair of jeans."

"And what's wrong with being well dressed?" came the clipped response.

"Nothing, if you want to live life as a series of business meetings," she replied with a smirk.

She's laughing at me! He couldn't believe it. If only that laugh wasn't so intoxicating. Darcy returned his gaze to the yard, hoping his quietness would dissuade her from continuing the conversation. What does she know about my life? She's probably some secretary who doesn't know the first thing about business.

"So what does William Darcy do for fun?" She asked cheekily. "I already know he doesn't dance, and he doesn't like parties."

Darcy turned to her, startled. "You know who I am?"

He is so uptight! She thought to herself. With an impertinent smirk and tone she recited, "William Darcy. CEO of the Fortune 100 company PMB. Family name as old as time. Graduated Harvard Business, Summa Cum Laude. Properties in New York, Chicago, San Francisco, Derbyshire England, and London." When she had finished she looked at him with an impudent smile, waiting for his affirmation.

Darcy forced a smile in acknowledgment, sensing another gold-digger. "Impressive, Miss Bennet." His voice full of disdain, "Do you memorize the biography of all Fortune 100 CEOs, or just those with a bachelor status?"

Elizabeth's eyes narrowed and she began reciting the biography of other CEOs, stressing those with a married status, and even naming a few females, some of whom were single.

He couldn't help but stare at her as she recited her litany. Okay, so probably not a secretary. Even his secretary Monica, for whom he held a great deal of respect, couldn't recite this information. Gold-digger? No, the gold-diggers he had met wouldn't be able to recite this information. No, she was something different, but what?

Elizabeth felt his stare and looked over at him, catching his eye. For once he didn't look away, but held her look, causing her to catch her breath. The moment of electrified tension, as Darcy studied the twinkle in her soft brown eyes, was broken when Charles poked his head out the door. "Time for cake," he announced. Elizabeth smiled gently at Darcy and then followed Charles inside; Darcy was not far behind.

Somehow Darcy made it home, though he couldn't actually remember navigating his vehicle; he was too lost in reviewing his discussion with Elizabeth. She's smart and definitely beautiful; those eyes, so full of life, and her melodic laughter. Darcy shook his head. Get over it, he chided himself. She's impertinent as can be, far too forward, and what do you really know about her? Darcy sighed. Probably won't run into her again, so leave it at that. He told himself.

Elizabeth was not faring well either. Her disappearance from the party had been longer than she thought and now Jane was playing twenty questions.

Jane was just less than two years older than Elizabeth. They had always been close and the best of friends, despite the differences in personality. Jane was a gentle, soft spoken person that contrasted with Elizabeth's larger than life attitude. Jane worked at the local hospital, but was really more interested in finding the man of her dreams and raising a family. She enjoyed her work, but never had the same ambition Elizabeth had. In Jane's caring way, she worried about Elizabeth's drive, and was concerned Elizabeth would decide too late she wanted to marry.

"Jane, it's not that big of a deal." Elizabeth protested. "He's stuffy and pretentious; obviously does not know how to relax and have fun. Oh, and let's not forget that I'm not looking for a romance right now."

"Me thinks thou doth protest too much, Lizzy." Jane teased.

Elizabeth shook her head. "So he was handsome. It takes more than a pretty face, Jane."

The following week, Darcy stood in front of the mirror tying the bow tie of his black tuxedo. Richard had once again conned Darcy into escorting his friend to a fundraiser that night, swearing the entire time it was not a blind date. He's worse than Georgiana! How does he con me into these things? He muttered to himself. I hate fundraisers. I hate formal charity dinners, and I especially hate blind dates! Richard's idea of a date was slender legs and pretty face; he rarely gave any credence to what was behind the face.

His thoughts floated to Elizabeth and her carefree manner and impudent smile. He chuckled to himself at the thought of her at an event like tonight.

The chimes on the clock reminded him it was time to leave. After a last examination of himself in the mirror, he grabbed the car keys and the checkbook, and set out to meet his non-date.

Much to Darcy's prediction, it was a blind date. He would have to suffer through the small talk, the false compliments, the obligatory dance or two, and of course, the boring speeches that always accompanied these dinners. He quietly reminded himself to give Richard a thrashing for this evening. His date was beautiful and elegant and everything everyone expected to be hanging from Darcy's arm, but nothing he wanted. There is certainly no shortage of this type of women, he thought to himself.

Finding a date for Darcy was the easy part. Most of his life he had women throwing themselves at him, well, his money more specifically. No, Darcy's problem was finding a date that interested him. There had been Sylvia, who he dated for about three years, but that had ended when she decided she couldn't tolerate a man that worked and traveled as much he did, regardless of the size of his wallet. Since then, it was a series of one night dates, usually blind dates, arranged by Richard or Charles, and occasionally even his sister Georgiana.

Dinner was served and Darcy silently listened to the small chatter of his table. He politely answered all the questions asked of him, but offered nothing more, despite the glares he received from Richard. Attention was then turned to the podium as the speaker of the night was introduced. The surprise on Darcy's face was obvious, when Elizabeth was introduced as the speaker. His reaction had not been missed by Richard, and he watched his cousin with amused interest.

As Elizabeth approached the podium, Darcy was suddenly oblivious to the rest of the room. His heart started racing as he took her in; her wavy brown hair was pulled up elegantly, soft wisps of curls outlining her face. Her gown glittered under the lights, showing off the curves of her body as she moved. She was breathtaking. Unconsciously, Darcy pulled on his collar, as he struggled for breath. Applause from the room brought Darcy back to the room, and he politely joined in; not having heard what was said.

Richard watched Darcy with amusement. Hang his date, this would be far more entertaining! When the dancing began, Richard and Darcy completed their obligatory dances with their dates. Afterwards, Darcy watched jealously as Richard danced and bantered with Elizabeth.

"You look great tonight, Liz."

"Thanks. Not too bad yourself, Cas. Who's the unfortunate soul tonight?"

Richard chuckled, "Her name is Gretchen."

"And..."

"And, that's about it."

Elizabeth laughed and shook her head.

"I've got someone I want you to meet." his smile portraying his intention.

"I don't date, remember?" Elizabeth returned, with a disapproving look.

"You have to meet him, he made a contribution."

Elizabeth threw daggers at him, causing him to chuckle.

After their dance, Richard introduced Elizabeth to Darcy, surprised to find they already knew each other. After the regular cordial introductions, Darcy offered his hand to Elizabeth, "Would you like to dance, madam?"

Elizabeth replied, with a challenging twinkle in her eye. "I have it on good authority, sir, you do not dance."

"When the particular music or partner fancies me, I can be tempted." He bowed slightly, holding out his arm to Elizabeth.

Elizabeth took his arm and smirked. "The partner remains the same, so I will accept the compliment on my selection of music for the evening." How proper, but good lord was he was gorgeous in the tux!

They danced a lively number, Darcy proficiently turning and guiding Elizabeth on the dance floor. As the song ended, neither made a movement off the floor. A slow number played, and the charged tension between them could no longer be ignored.

Darcy's stomach turned in anxiety, and he was breathing in slow, deep, deliberate breaths. Elizabeth could feel the heat from Darcy's body and without realizing it, moved her hand up his shoulder, until her fingers lightly grazed the back of his neck. Darcy inhaled sharply, to suppress the shiver that trailed down his back. His heart began to race, and the room around him vanished. He glanced down at Elizabeth, catching her sparkling eyes. She did not look away, so they stared, entranced by one another for several moments.

Darcy's eyes slowly made their way to Elizabeth's lips, causing her mouth to go dry. Instinctively, she licked her lips, leaving them parted to assist her stifled breathing caused by the tightening in her chest. No longer in complete control of his body, he bent down and placed a gentle but firm kiss on her lips, which she returned. As he was about to pull her closer to him, the moment was broken with the end of the song and couples moving off the dance floor.

Darcy escorted Elizabeth off the floor, and with nothing but a smile with blush infused cheeks, she left to mingle with the rest of crowd. Darcy quickly looked for his date, hoping she hadn't noticed, and was thankful to find her engaged in a discussion with someone across the room. Returning to their table, however, he was greeted by a look on Richard's face that caused him to grimace. Richard had clearly witnessed the entire thing, and suddenly Darcy was dreading the drive home.

The drive home was thankfully, but ominously quiet, leaving Darcy to his thoughts. Had it been any other night, Richard would be talking up a storm about the ladies that were present, the dinner, and the success of the evening. As it was, Darcy was thankful for the quiet, it gave him time to review the evening. He castigated himself for kissing her. You don't even know her! She could be some sort of con artist ready to fleece me of everything! However, he couldn't ignore the warm feeling at the memory. Did she like it? Did I offend her? She didn't say word to me the rest of the evening. I must be an idiot!

"Coming in for a night cap, cuz?" Richard asked as Darcy was pulling up to his drive.

Damn! "I don't want to talk about it, Richard" Darcy replied, knowing exactly what Richard had in mind.

Richard laughed, "The first kiss you've had in probably the last eight years, and you won't tell me about it? Not to mention, it happened to be with a friend that I've known for years."

Darcy sighed audibly and reluctantly agreed to come in for a single drink. Besides, I still owe him a thrashing for tonight's non-date, he reasoned.

"The question of the evening is: what did Liz say or do to make you kiss her?"

"She didn't say or do anything. It was a stupid mistake." Darcy replied, trying to sound as disapproving as possible.

Richard nodded in a patronizing manner. "So, what happened between the club and the fundraiser that induced you to kiss her?"

"Nothing." After a glare from Richard, Darcy added, talking over his glass of scotch, "She happened to be at a party I attended. She's the sister of Charles Bingley's latest girlfriend."

Richard laughed fully entertained. "Clearly you hit it off well."

Darcy offered a sarcastic smile in return and replied dryly. "Apparently." Hit it off well? She was practically chastising me that night. How did we go from aggravating acquaintances to kissing?

Richard interrupted, an eager grin on his face, "So are you going to ask her out? I mean actually go on a date?"

Darcy shrugged, "She not really my type."

"How can she not be your type?" Richard exclaimed. "You kissed her! You don't kiss women, Will. Obviously you're attracted to her. "

Darcy couldn't argue with that. Something about Elizabeth turned him inside out, but what, he didn't know. He needed a new topic. Darcy shrugged and then said sarcastically, "Thank you, by the way, for my blind date. Where did you find her?"

Richard laughed. "If you don't ask Liz out, I'll set you up on another one."

That night Elizabeth lay in bed thinking about William Darcy. Normally, she would have been reviewing the list of attendees of the fundraiser, its success, and things to change for next year. Tonight however, the only thing she could think of was that William Darcy had kissed her. It was a good kiss; no, a great kiss. It was firm, but gentle, tender, not lecherous. Argh! She turned over, trying to find a comfortable position. The night of the party at Charles came back to her. He didn't even know you, and he labeled you a gold digger. What does that say about him? He's pompous and has no idea how to laugh and have fun! And you're not looking for a love life. She told herself. You need to focus on work and your career; you don't have time for dates and love. She thought dreamily about the warmth of Darcy's arm around her waist; it was warm and strong. It was just a stupid mistake. We have no reason to see each other again. Satisfied with that, she let herself drift off to sleep.

Chapter Two: Infatuation

Despite his best efforts, Darcy could not keep his mind from floating back to Elizabeth. The woman he saw at the fundraiser was not the same person he'd met at Charles' party. The woman at the fundraiser was charming, elegant, sophisticated, and one that moved in the same circles as he; not the almost flighty, impertinent girl of the party. As he thought about it, he had to admit even at the party he could see that special spark in her eyes, the harsh glint as she challenged his notion she was a gold digger. There was no doubt anymore, he was attracted to her; but why was anyone's guess. He wanted to find out more about her; he needed to find out more about her.

Which one was the real Elizabeth? Obviously he could ask Richard, though he was not ready to suffer the Spanish Inquisition and a date the same day. Of course, knowing Richard, the first date was already being planned. No, he would have to use more subtle methods. Monica announced a phone call from Charles, interrupting his reverie.

A sly, broad smile crossed Darcy's face as he answered the phone. "Charles, how are you?"

"How about dinner this Wednesday?" The familiar cheerful voice asked.

"What's the occasion this time?" asked Darcy, though not with his usual disinterest.

Charles moaned. "Does there have to be an occasion?"

Darcy chuckled. "There does if you're still seeing Jane; and I haven't heard otherwise."

Charles conceded. "Jane received a promotion at work and I want to take her out to celebrate. It will be just the four of us."

"Four?"

"Jane's sister Elizabeth is the third. Help a friend out and round out the party?"

If you only knew who was helping who, Charles.. "Sure Charles, just tell me when and where."

Utterly surprised at the affirmative response, Charles asked, "Are you sure? No protests, no contracts that need your attention, no business trips?"

"You happened to catch me on a slow week." Darcy replied dryly, realizing if he wasn't careful he would give away too much. The two finalized the plans and hung up.

Perfect! thought Darcy as he hung up the phone. A quiet intimate dinner without any other distractions. Now, Miss Bennet, we shall see what you're all about.

"Charlotte, shoot me now." Elizabeth bemoaned, ignoring the cup of coffee in front of her.

"Lizzy, the fundraiser couldn't have gone that bad." Charlotte said in a weak attempt to comfort her friend. She knew when Elizabeth was in this state, there was no comfort to be given, and more often than not, Elizabeth was chastising herself far more severely than anyone else would deem necessary. She shook her head slowly and sipped her latte.

Elizabeth scoffed, asking somewhat rhetorically, "What is the worst thing you can do as a fundraising chairman, Charlotte?"

Charlotte thought a moment and then laughed, "Sleep with the treasurer?"

Elizabeth laughed openly. "Considering that it's Cas, you're right! So the second worst thing."

Charlotte drummed her fingers on the table thoughtfully. "Shoot your largest contributor?" She then dumped several packets of sugar into her cup.

Elizabeth dropped her head to the table and lamented, "Close enough."

"What?" Charlotte exclaimed in disbelief. "Who did you manage to tick off?"

Not raising her head from the table, Elizabeth muttered, "Only the man that owns half of Chicago."

Charlotte, trying to pry Elizabeth's head from the table asked, "Lizzy, you know I don't know names like that, so unless you tell me it's Donald Trump, I have no idea who you're talking about."

Charlotte was one of Elizabeth's closest friends and had grown up near the Bennets. The two had become friends in school, despite being a few grades apart. Charlotte was a teller at a local bank and had recently married the branch manager. She had never shared Elizabeth's drive, and had almost no business sense, but she was a loyal friend and at times like this, when Elizabeth felt like a total failure, Charlotte had always helped put her back on her feet.

Elizabeth sat upright again, though the self-reproaching look remained. "The CEO of PMB, William Darcy."

Charlotte's eyes grew wide in admiration. "You got THE William Darcy to attend the fundraiser?"

Elizabeth asked surprised, "You know who he is?"

Charlotte nodded with a lustful smile. "Only the most eligible bachelor in Chicago, tall, dark and a body to die for."

"Charlotte Collins, you're a married woman!" Elizabeth chastised playfully.

Charlotte giggled. "Not if William Darcy comes knocking. So, you got William Darcy to attend the fundraiser. Then what?"

Elizabeth's self-deprecating look returned and she said ruefully, "I didn't, Cas did." Then remembering the connection between Darcy and Richard, she dropped her head in her hands. "He's Cas' cousin!" With a moan, she added. "I'm moving to Siberia."

Charlotte laughed. "Lizzy, it couldn't possibly be that bad. Tell me what happened."

Burying her head in her hands, she stated reproachfully, "I kissed him."

Charlotte didn't even attempt to hide the sharp intake of breath. "You kissed William Darcy?" Elizabeth nodded, not wanting to see the look on Charlotte's face as her effusions continued. "Was it a good kiss? Did you get his number?"

Elizabeth blushed and her hands grazed her lips as she dropped them back to the table. "It was a great kiss," she replied, unable to hide the dreamy smile. "But you're missing the point!"

Charlotte waved off the reproach. "If it wasn't caught on camera, no one will even care. But tell me, did he ask you out? Are you going to see him again?"

"No!" Elizabeth replied sharply. "Hopefully never again!"

Jane's celebratory dinner was at an upscale restaurant on the north side of Chicago, just outside of the city. As Darcy entered the restaurant, he saw Elizabeth and was struck with a sudden pang of anxiety. How should I greet her? We haven't spoken since that kiss. Should I apologize for it? How do I tell her it was mistake? What if she was expecting me to call her? Composing himself into the CEO, he greeted the party with all that civility required. "Charles, Jane, Ms. Bennet." He couldn't help the flutter in stomach as the image of Elizabeth was etched into his brain. She was dressed in a dark cocktail dress that ended just above her knees, with an open neckline that exposed a teasing amount of cleavage. Her hair was pulled back away from her face, the ends resting on her bare shoulders.

Noticing Elizabeth's shock at seeing him, and the way she immediately blushed and looked away, his anxiety increased tenfold; clearly she hadn't expected to see him and was uncomfortable.

With hardly another word, the group was seated. Charles ordered champagne for a toast, and before long they ordered dinner. The four engaged in light conversation and congratulations to Jane on her promotion to head nurse at St. Lawrence Hospital.

Throughout this ritual, Darcy stole glances at Elizabeth, trying to figure out what she was thinking, but her composure seemed serene, except for a faint blush in her cheeks. She barely looked at him, and when she did, her color rose and she quickly looked away again.

Elizabeth felt Darcy's looks more than she saw them; her gaze was directed at her glass of champagne, the candle in the center of the table, or anywhere but him. She wanted to crawl under the table or magically slip away. He was in a suit, and she surmised he had come straight from the office. She felt awkward for leaving him the way she did after the dance. I can only imagine what he must think of me now. First a gold-digger, now a tease! Her humiliation was complete.

It wasn't long before Charles and Jane were engaged in a low intimate conversation, leaving Elizabeth and Darcy in an awkward silence. Elizabeth nervously played with her top lip, drawing Darcy's attention. He shifted awkwardly in his chair, remembering the softness of those lips; Elizabeth seemed oblivious to his discomfort.

After chastising herself a little more for her weakness, she set her shoulders; Tonight is Jane's night, and I won't ruin it for her. Determined, Elizabeth broke the silence. "I forgot to thank you for attending the charity dinner last week," she said to Darcy, looking over his shoulder more than at him.

Darcy cleared his throat lightly. "Of course, I hope it was as successful as you had anticipated."

Elizabeth forced a smile. "It was. Thank you."

Silence descended between them again. Say something please! thought Elizabeth. The kiss, tell me it was a mistake, just say something!

With a weak smile, Darcy attempted to continue the conversation "How long have you known Richard?"

Elizabeth smiled at the new more comfortable topic, "About six years. I met him while volunteering at the hospital. Cas was the one who first involved me with fundraising."

"So, what's with the nickname?"

Elizabeth smirked, "Cas? It's easier than Casanova. I started calling him that when he tried to get me to go out with him."

Darcy's heart sunk. He could never engage himself with one of Richard's conquests. "Oh. I didn't know you had dated." His said in a deflated, but neutral voice.

Elizabeth laughed. "We never dated. Not even a single date. He asked me out, but I told him no."

Darcy chuckled, more from the feeling of relief that washed over him than from Elizabeth's comment. "Resisted his charms, did you?"

Elizabeth blushed slightly. "He's a good friend, but not my type."

What is your type, Miss Bennet? he thought, desperately wishing he could ask her.

Another moment of awkward silence passed and thankfully, their dinner arrived, luring Jane and Charles out of their private conversation, at least for a short time.

Finding themselves alone again, Elizabeth said, "Mr. Darcy, since it appears we will be finding ourselves in each other's company, would you mind not calling me Ms. Bennet? I feel as though I am at the office."

"What would prefer I call you?"

"My sisters call me Lizzy; my friends call me any variation of Elizabeth, Beth, Lizzy, Liz, anything except Eliza." She shuddered at the pronouncement of the last.

Darcy smiled and said in a softer tone than intended, "I prefer Elizabeth." adding quickly, "Please, call me William or Darcy."

Elizabeth replied cheekily, "Darcy is scarcely different than Mr. Darcy, though I can understand why your friends address you so." She tilted her chin up slightly, "I'll call you William."

So far so good. Not willing to take the bait laid out by Elizabeth, Darcy changed the subject. "Ms., er, Elizabeth, I know your sister's occupation, but what do you do?" he asked, stumbling over the words and cursing his clumsiness.

"I'm Vice President of Midwest Operations for Longbourn."

Darcy was stunned and searched her face to determine if she was joking.

Seeing his surprise, her eyes narrowed and she asked curtly, "What is it William? My age, or the fact that I'm a female, that has you surprised? Or perhaps it is consorting with the enemy? Yes, I'm well aware that PMB is one of our competitors." Gold-digger, tease, now liar!

Darcy was taken aback, though also slightly aroused. She was even more gorgeous when she was angry! He forced himself back to the conversation at hand. "I'm sorry Ms. Bennet. . . Elizabeth. . . I. . . uh. . . " Darcy looked away and then back at her with a weak smile, admitting his guilt. You had to ruin it with your stupid pre-conceived notions! "I'm sorry." He finally managed. "You. . . uh. . . didn't strike me as the stuffy business type." That was smooth Darcy! He chastised himself.

Elizabeth smiled slightly at hearing her own words, her twinkling eyes resting on him. Noticing Jane's concerned glance, she decided that it would be best to pardon his faux pas. With a small huff, and only the slightest edge in her voice she asked, "Because I own a pair blue jeans?"

Darcy chuckled softly and shrugged slightly. Relaxing, the pair continued talking and were soon at ease with each other. Darcy discovered she had biomedical and electrical engineering degrees from the University of Wisconsin in Madison, and an MBA from the Kellogg School of Business. It's not Harvard, but still a top ten program. he thought, duly impressed. Her family was from Milwaukee, Wisconsin; her father owned a commercial chicken farm. She had been working at Longbourn since earning her engineering degree.

Elizabeth learned about his family, his sister Georgiana, Gina as he called her, who was studying piano and harp at Julliard; about his relationship with Richard; and his parents who had passed away. She discovered most of his childhood was spent at Pemberley, his estate in upstate New York, but he also spent time each year at his estate in England. He talked about college, and how Charles and he had met.

The evening ended, and for the first time in a long time, Darcy was disappointed. He couldn't remember a night that had passed so quickly in the company of a woman. Elizabeth was also surprised to have enjoyed the conversation and amazed at how relaxed and amiable Darcy had become over the course of the evening; underneath he was not the stuffy businessman she had thought.

As they were gathering their coats, Charles asked Darcy if he would take Elizabeth home to save him a trip into the city. Darcy suspected some subterfuge from his friend, but agreed, since in truth he didn't mind at all and was rather glad to have the extra time with her. After glaring at Jane, Elizabeth agreed to the plan.

Darcy walked Elizabeth to his car and helped her in. Elizabeth smirked. How typical, she thought, looking over the interior of the car. When Darcy got in, he noticed her smirk and asked, "Is there something wrong, Elizabeth?"

Elizabeth cleared her throat lightly, and said in her most polite voice. "Not at all, William."

William pressed the subject, until Elizabeth said, "I just find your car a bit of a cliché."

"Excuse me?" He replied, offended.

"The young bachelor CEO with a top of the line black Mercedes Benz. Let me guess, it's October, so the two-seater BMW convertible has been parked in the garage for the winter." Looking him over, she continued. "Normally I would say it's red or black, but I'm guessing you're more the silver type."

Darcy grumbled to himself but said nothing, keeping his eyes on the road. Elizabeth could only laugh, taking his silence as confirmation. After a few minutes of silence, he muttered, "It's not a BMW, it's an Aston Martin."

Laughter burst from Elizabeth, drawing Darcy's attention and he was unable to suppress a broad smile that crept across his face. What a beautiful laugh. He couldn't help but stare at her, which was obvious by the abrupt stop he had to make to prevent running a red light. Smooth. Very smooth, Darcy! She'll think you're trying to kill her now.

Darcy fixed his attention back on the road, hoping the dimness of the streetlights would hide that his eyes were magnetically drawn to her legs flowing out of her cocktail dress. He wanted to touch them, caress them, and see if they were as soft as they appeared. Don't ruin a perfect good evening by doing something stupid!

Elizabeth sat quietly playing with her top lip, as she often did when she was nervous or deep in thought. However, her eyes were directed at Darcy's hand that was absently tapping the shifter. She remembered how it had felt against her body when they danced, strong, warm, and confident. It was a mistake! she reminded herself, as the memory of the kiss came back to her. She re-schooled her thoughts, though was unable to redirect her eyes.

Unintentionally, she let out a sudden low giggle.

Darcy looked over at her curiously, a little disconcerted. "What have I done now to amuse you, Elizabeth?"

Elizabeth covered her mouth briefly to stop the giggle, "I apologize. I was noticing your hand and imagined you sitting to have your nails manicured."

Displaying his right hand for her scrutiny, Darcy laughed. "A vivid imagination, but I must disappoint you. I trim my nails myself, and do a poor job at that."

Elizabeth took the proffered hand, sending a shockwave through Darcy, and examined his nails by the light from the street lamps. "You have very nice hands," she said softly, giving it a gentle caress before she returned it to its resting place.

Not wanting the contact to end, Darcy asked, "And what of your nails?" He was thankful that his voice sounded stronger than he expected.

As hoped, Elizabeth offered her hand for his examination. "Polished and painted, I'm afraid." Darcy took her hand and examined it briefly. "Quite lovely," he offered, not attempting to hide the softness in his voice. He pressed a quick kiss to her hand and placed them both in his lap. The shock that reverberated through Elizabeth from the kiss was intense. It sent her heart racing and she shifted in her seat while staring at her hand in his.

With halted breath, Darcy waited for her to remove her hand, and when she did not, he silently resumed his nervous breathing. Keeping his attention on the road with unusual intensity, he allowed himself to enjoy the feel of her hand in his, but did not dare say or do anything else. Suddenly, he felt her thumb lightly tracing the bones in his hand; it sent shivers through his body and curled his toes. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel and shifted in his seat uncomfortably. Eyes on the road, he told himself, knowing if he looked at her, they would be parked on a dark road somewhere nearby.

"Elizabeth." he whispered, trying to find something to say to break the building tension, but his mind was blank. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed her staring at him with dark, wide eyes, her lips gently parted. His heart pounded in his ears; he swallowed hard; the next thing he comprehended were his lips crushed against hers in an intensely passionate kiss. His hands were tangled in her hair while her hands caressed his neck and cheek causing him to groan softly. Their passion built, and as his lips made their way to her neck, she ran her hands through his hair and down to his chest. His left hand moved down and flirted with the area of her thigh just under the hem of her dress that had tempted him moments ago. Her legs were every bit as soft as he imagined. Between kisses, he spontaneously and impulsively, whispered, "Marry me."

Elizabeth immediately pulled back from him, looking at him in disbelief. After a moment of staring at each other in confusion, Darcy realized what he had said and his eyes grew wide with panic. Oh good lord! Now what? What if she accepts? I barely know her! Their gazes locked for several more moments as they caught their breath; Elizabeth not believing what was just said, and Darcy not sure what to do.

Elizabeth finally exclaimed in a low voice, "William, you could not possibly be serious!" Getting no immediate response, she added, "If you were, I'm sorry, but I must decline!"

Still panic stricken, but feeling a wave of relief at her rejection, Darcy attempted to respond. He realized only too late he had no idea what to say. "Ms. Bennet. . . er. . . Elizabeth, forgive me. I. . . I. . . Of course..." You are a fool and an idiot! he thought to himself.

Elizabeth sank in her seat and took a deep breath that restored the rest of her equanimity. Then turning back to him said, "William, perhaps I should tell you I am not interested in a serious relationship right now."

Darcy, having finally regained some semblance of composure muttered, "I'm sorry, it just came out. I understand. You are right. I should take you home."

When Elizabeth said nothing more, he threw the car into drive and a few minutes later, pulled up to the entrance of her complex. When, out of habit, he made motions of getting out of the car to walk her to the door, Elizabeth quickly said, "It's not necessary. I'll be fine." I'm in much more danger if you walk me to my door. she thought to herself.

"Good night Elizabeth." He said softly.

Elizabeth collapsed on her bed. Elizabeth Bennet, you do not need a relationship right now! Certainly not one as complicated as this! He's Cas' cousin for heaven's sake! She scolded herself. Okay, so he's handsome, devastatingly handsome. His kisses. . . well were amazing! But don't forget he's stuffy, pompous, predictable, and not your type! She chuckled to herself, then remembered his proposal. Okay, maybe not completely predictable. But who proposes before they've even gone on a date? She took a deep breath, assuring herself she was in control of her feelings. I told him I didn't want a relationship. He won't pursue it any further, and neither will I. We have an understanding now and can see each other as indifferent acquaintances when we must. With that, she readied herself for bed.

Darcy watched her enter the apartment complex, and when she was safely out of sight, rubbed his face with his hands. "Good god man!" he bit out at himself, and then started the drive home. The entire drive to his place he spent chastising himself. Sweet Jesus! You were making out in the car like you were a teenager again! You almost threw everything away for a couple of kisses! Darcy deplored. Why does she affect me this way? She's impertinent, she laughs at me, and she's antagonistic. She'd as soon laugh and tease me as talk to me. Darcy groaned as the reason came to him. Heaven help me. I'm in serious danger.

Distracted was the diplomatic way to describe Darcy the next morning. More than once Monica had to ask him for clarification on conflicting instructions, not to mention the three times she had to remind him what they were discussing in their usual morning briefing. At least she was kind enough not to ask any questions as to why.

He had looked over the same spreadsheet a dozen times, and still couldn't make sense of the numbers. He did manage to successfully reply to three emails though; of course, the one to Gina probably shouldn't count.

Elizabeth. Her smile, her eyes, her laugh, her lips; every conversation they ever had replayed unmercifully through his head. Get a hold of yourself! He sighed. She's not interested in a relationship, and neither are you! You need to get over it. "She's not interested, and you're not looking." He murmured to himself aloud.

With a drink of coffee, he turned back to his desk to look at a long awaited report, pleased to find he was able to focus once again. He finished reading it and dropped his head in hands, rubbing his temples. He looked at the report again, scanning for errors, hoping to find an error that could negate the findings but to no avail. It was solid.

Elizabeth was dressed in a tailored black pantsuit with a red silk blouse underneath. Her hair was pulled up tight, making her look every bit the sharp businesswoman. It's just another business meeting. She reminded herself as she entered the conference room.

She had spent all day yesterday, late into the night, preparing for today's meeting; everything depended on it. She took a seat near the middle of the conference table, mentally visualizing the seating arrangement of the attendees. She took a deep breath, and began reviewing her notes from yesterday in a futile attempt not to fixate on a particular name on the list of meeting attendees. It's business! Time to earn your salary, Elizabeth Bennet.

A few minutes later William Darcy and his team entered the room. Except for a quick glance at each other, neither betrayed any clue to a previous acquaintance. As the teams were introduced, Elizabeth and Darcy greeted each other as professionals, both ignoring the brief flutter in their stomachs as they shook hands. Good, she thought to herself, he's treating it like business as well.

As soon as everyone was seated, Darcy opened the meeting, "As you all know, PMB is interested in purchasing the Medical Devices division of Longbourn. The proposal in front of you is the same as the one you received the other day."

The meeting was long and intense. Despite Elizabeth's position, and the presence of her superiors, she found herself talking directly to Darcy on several occasions. Unmercifully, she tore apart the conclusions of the reports, dissecting incorrect assumptions and errors in logic. They discussed every point of the report, from the future projections of the division to future sales forecasts, and everything else pertinent to the division.

Some of the discussions were amiable, but most were verbal sparring matches that unnerved them both. Multiple times their eyes had locked; their stares dark and intense. Each time, Elizabeth could not stop the flutter in her stomach or the color rising in her face. More than once, she found herself watching his mouth as he talked; his voice full of passion and intensity. Elizabeth hoped she had maintained a professional appearance, though there were times she was certain Darcy could read her lascivious thoughts, and only prayed the others in the room could not.

For his part, Darcy was never so glad to have a table between them, people in the room, and the fact she wore pants and not a skirt. Elizabeth's color and passion for her company accentuated her steely brown eyes, and only increased his attraction to her. As the intensity of the meeting increased, so did his ardor.

In the end, an agreement could not be reached and Darcy's team was sent home empty handed.

"Cas! You up for a round of drinks tonight?" Elizabeth said wearily.

"What's the occasion, Liz?"

"Nothing, just a tough day, I could use a drink."

Richard's wheels started churning. "Mind if I bring a friend?" he asked with a suspicious smile.

Elizabeth teased, "What's her name?"

"Not a her this time."

"Good, 'cause I should warn you, I'm not far from violence."

Richard chuckled, "That rough huh? I'll keep that in mind. Martini Bar at seven?"

"Not exactly what I had in mind, but sure; six-thirty though."

Elizabeth arrived at the bar just after Richard. She was still in her suit from work, though she had let down her hair, making her appear more tired than she felt. While the day had been exhausting in some ways, the meeting had energized her. It was what she was meant to do and she was still riding the adrenaline high from it. The fact that PMB had been sent home empty handed also rallied her spirits.

Upon seeing Richard alone, she shook her head, "Getting stood up by men now, Cas?"

Richard laughed. "Not at all, he'll be here at seven. Have a seat," he said, pushing out a chair with his foot.

A few minutes later they had ordered drinks and were in comfortable conversation when Darcy arrived. Upon seeing him, Elizabeth stared wide-eyed, before her look turned into an angry glare.

Darcy froze momentarily and then glared at Richard, who returned the glare with a challenging smirk and motioned for Darcy to sit. Elizabeth and Darcy greeted each other cordially, though he could see the anger in her eyes. An awkward silence fell on the group.

Slamming most of her remaining beer, Elizabeth said, "Cas, I should be going. I'll catch up with you later."

Richard protested, but couldn't persuade Elizabeth to stay, as Darcy's glowering only incensed her further. As they were saying their goodbyes, Darcy interrupted stoically, "Richard, I need to speak with Elizabeth, alone."

Richard looked at Darcy, surprised, and then to Elizabeth who cringed. "Of course," he said with a wry smile. "I'll just visit the men's room." He clapped Darcy on the shoulder as he left the table.

When she was convinced Richard was out of earshot, Elizabeth made a motion to stand, saying curtly, "William, its fine. I have things to do tonight."

"Elizabeth, wait." He said in a softer tone, feeling every bit as tired as she looked.

Elizabeth impatiently sat back down on the very edge of her seat.

Darcy took a deep breath. "I wanted to apologize for the other night."

Elizabeth shook her head in protest. "Nothing to apologize for. I'm a big girl, I can handle myself."

Darcy forced a grimaced smile. "So I noticed. You were impressive today." He said in genuine admiration.

With a tight smile, she replied, "Thanks. I should get going."

Darcy added anxiously, "Elizabeth, I didn't find out about the deal until the day after the dinner."

With the same tight, pert smile, Elizabeth replied cheekily, "It's just business. All's fair in love and war, right?"

Darcy shook his head. "It's not like that," he pleaded, his voice betraying his anxiety.

Elizabeth was moved, though confused, by the genuine distress in his voice. At the same time, she was also relieved to see he hadn't tried to use her as she had first suspected. Her self-esteem rising a little, she took a deep breath and nodded. In a softer voice she said, "I know. I believe you. I'm still licking the battle wounds, and would prefer not to do it front of you."

Darcy sat back in his chair a little more relaxed at seeing the change in Elizabeth. "I'm pretty sure I'm the more injured party."

Elizabeth smiled wryly. "Your boys need to do their homework next time."

Darcy grumbled and then added seriously, "Are we okay then?"

Elizabeth was happy to see the genuine concern his face showed. She nodded and extended her hand to Darcy. "Friends?"

Darcy shook Elizabeth's hand with a gentle smile, "Friends." He then added in a hopeful voice, "Will you stay?"

Elizabeth protested, but Darcy continued, "Stay long enough to give Richard the thrashing he deserves," knowing she wouldn't be able to resist the idea.

"What did he do?" She asked, her curiosity piqued.

Darcy smiled slightly at the effectiveness of his statement. "He called me to meet him for drinks tonight, I'm assuming after you two talked." Looking down at the table, he added, "He's been trying to get me to ask you out since he saw us kiss at the fundraiser."

Elizabeth laughed and said wryly, "I see. So this isn't. . ."

Just then, Richard returned, and looked between Darcy and Elizabeth, noticing the softened look on both. "Everything okay?"

Darcy tossed a glance at Elizabeth, who responded with a wry smile, "Just fine Cas. We were just clearing the air."

Chapter Three: Friendship

"Friends." Darcy said aloud into the darkness of his room. A vision of Elizabeth's dark, fiery eyes and lovely high-colored cheeks passed before his eyes, just the way they appeared in the conference room earlier that day. He sighed and turned over. She had sent him and his team packing with their tails between their legs. He was angry, but not at her. 'His boys' as she had termed his team, would get a serious dressing down tomorrow. If only he could be angry at her; it would make being just 'friends' easier. His defeat at her hands, however, only made her more desirable.

He contemplated the idea of offering her a position on PMB's board of directors. His board needed a little shake-up, and she would do the job most admirably. He would then have the pleasure of seeing her fired up more often. He envisioned the pure pleasure that would be his as he watched her sparkling eyes mock her opponent as she stripped away every argument. Board meetings would never be dull while she served. He exhaled forcibly in frustration. How am I supposed to be 'just friends' when everything in me wants more?

"We can be friends." He said, trying to convince himself. He began to formulate the rules of friendship he should follow, but was stopped by rule number one – no kissing. Instantly the warmth of her kisses filled him. Even now he could feel her soft thighs, her fingers as they tangled in his hair, the taste of her mouth, and the feel of her tongue as it dueled his. He groaned as his frustration plagued him not only mentally, but now also physically. He needed to think of something else.

He forced his mind to the office and the list of things he needed to accomplish tomorrow. Finally, mercifully, the fatigue of the day overcame him and he drifted off to sleep.

The sky was blue, but that was the only thing out of the ordinary for a late autumn day in Chicago. It was cold and the wind was blowing. Many of the trees were bare, and those that were not would be soon. People pulled at the collars of their coats and walked briskly to their destinations to minimize their exposure to the elements; all but one, who sat quietly and alone on a small hill in Lincoln Park.

The lone figure had a serene smile on her face, as though she hadn't a care in the world. If not for the expensive long coat, dress slacks, and shoes she wore, she could have been mistaken for a kid. She did not attempt to keep the wind from blowing her hair, nor did she hide from the cold beneath her coat. Such an oddity normally would not have penetrated Darcy's consciousness, but this time he thought he recognized her.

"Elizabeth?" he asked, looking curiously at the figure on the ground.

Elizabeth looked up to see a tall man approaching her. Looking directly into the sun, however, she was unable to make out the face until he was standing almost directly in front of her. "William!" She exclaimed in recognition as she stood to greet him.

Darcy looked around concerned. "Are you alright?"

"Of course I am. What made you think I wasn't?" She laughed.

Darcy shifted nervously in his stance. She was doing it again; laughing at him. "You were just sitting on the ground and..."

"Is something wrong with that?"

"Well, no. It's just that it is cold and. . . your clothes. . ."

Elizabeth resumed her seat, and tugged at Darcy's arm, encouraging him to join her. He protested, but at Elizabeth's goading, very hesitantly agreed. He searched the ground nearby, making sure he would not sit on something offensive and then took a seat. He looked around, trying to determine what had held her interest. "So now what?"

"Relax and watch." She replied matter-of-factly.

The two sat in silence for several minutes before Elizabeth gave in to Darcy's apparent agitation. "The crane there," she nodded towards it, "someone had to figure out how build it, but before that, someone had to design it, and someone had to create the steel that makes it, and then find a way to mold it. . ." Her voice was filled with respect and awe as she spoke; she wasn't speaking to him per se, but rather to anyone who happened to be listening.

"So you just sit and watch construction?" He asked looking at her quizzically.

A sad smile touched her lips as she said, "Sometimes. Other times I like to just lay here and listen to the sounds of the city and feel the sun," before turning her attention back to the construction across the street. "Isn't it amazing, what men can do when they want to?"

Darcy watched her curiously, though she seemed oblivious to him. He looked back at the building. It took a few minutes, but he finally understood what she saw. It wasn't just a building, or a potential traffic nuisance, it was the product of a man's work. That was what she was doing here; she was watching in appreciation of man's ability to think and reason through problems, admiring the product of an honest day's work. His heart swelled. Finally, someone else who felt what he felt someone who would understand his passion for his company.

He looked at her again out of the corner of his eye. The smallest of smiles pulled at the corners of her mouth. He noticed the way her eyes sparkled and how content and complete she seemed to be. Everything about her was there: her confidence, her grace, her happiness, her wit, her intelligence; he couldn't help but stare in admiration.

A gust of wind blew and he watched as she closed her eyes and lifted her chin to welcome it. When it was gone, she opened her eyes again, looking at nothing in particular. The small smile never left her face. He fought the urge to stroke her pink windblown cheeks and wrap his arms around her; thinking that if he did, he would be able to feel everything she did at that moment.

Without warning, she stood and offered him her hand. "Back to the office."

Accepting the hand, William stood, but failed to relinquish it upon gaining his balance. He towered over her, openly admiring her. Casually, she took her hand back, brushed off the back of her coat, and she turned and left. After a few steps she paused for a moment and called back, "It was good to see you."

Darcy watched her walk away, a sense of longing pervading his chest. A honking horn startled him, reminding him what had brought him this way. He looked at his watch and realized he was going to be late for his next meeting if he didn't hurry, and that would be unacceptable.

"Darcy!" The familiar cheerful voice came through the phone, "How about dinner at my place Friday night?"

Darcy shook his head slowly at his moonstruck friend. "What's the occasion, Charles, Jane again?"

Charles hesitated a moment and then pensively replied, "It's Caroline. She's back from Europe and is insisting on a dinner. She made me promise to invite you."

Darcy rolled his eyes, but successfully suppressed the irritated groan. "She couldn't find some nice rich European lad?"

Charles chuckled. "Apparently not, it's only going to be a few people, Caroline, Louisa and her husband, Jane and Lizzy, and us."

"Elizabeth?" Darcy asked surprised. Then realizing he may have betrayed more interest than he was prepared to account for, attempted to recover. "I didn't know Elizabeth knew Caroline." Idiot!

"No," Charles replied. "Jane just said something about Elizabeth needing to get out more and wanted to invite her."

Darcy let out a silent sigh of relief; Charles seemed none the wiser. "When is the dinner?" He asked, hoping for a conflict.

"Friday, six o'clock." Charles replied.

Darcy looked at his calendar, willing an appointment to appear. No such luck. "Fine. Tell Caroline I will be there."

As Darcy hung up the phone, he thought about the differences between Caroline and Elizabeth. Caroline, who had grown up with all the advantages of money and society was nothing but a shallow harpy, determined to be his wife. Elizabeth was smart, hard working, always seemed to have a twinkle in her eye, and had actually turned him down. He knew she would laugh at Caroline's antics; or perhaps the fact that he was the target of those antics. Either way, she would be there and that would make the night pass more quickly; he hoped, anyway.

The cafeteria at the VA hospital was fairly empty, which was not unusual considering it was Sunday. Elizabeth sat at a table in the corner, drinking coffee and reading a newspaper before starting a volunteer shift in the Children's Ward.

"Liz, you've been avoiding me. What's up?" Richard asked over his cup of coffee.

Elizabeth looked up to find Richard standing next to her. It had been over a week since that night at the bar and they hadn't spoken since. "I've been working," Elizabeth returned tersely.

"So you can't even return an email?" Richard threw back, calling her on such a lame excuse.

Elizabeth angrily pushed out a chair with her foot, inviting him to sit. With eyes narrowed, she hissed, "Cas, I wouldn't go out with you, what makes you think I'd go out with your cousin?"

Richard snickered. "I believe your words were 'dark and handsome'; not to mention the fact you kissed him."

"First, he initiated it. Second, not everyone needs a date to be happy."

Richard put his hands over his chest dramatically, feigning being wounded. "Think of it as a favor to me. Darcy hasn't kissed anyone in forever, and I knew he would never ask you out."

"And you think setting him up with someone who has no interest in dating would encourage him to repeat the action?" she bit back, avoiding looking at him.

Richard crumpled his brow at her tone. In their years of friendship, they had rarely fought. "Liz, something else is bothering you. Tell me." He said in a concerned voice.

"I don't want to talk about it," Elizabeth said in a warning voice.

"Liz, it's me you're talking to," he prodded further.

Feeling a little remorseful, knowing Richard wasn't the cause of her foul mood; Elizabeth replied in a resigned voice, "Cas, I'm fine. Just don't try setting me up with your cousin anymore."

If it were anyone else, he would've let things slide, but Elizabeth was showing an odd interest in Darcy that she had never shown in anyone else. He knew if she wasn't interested, she would've said something work related and blown off his prodding, but she didn't. Something about meeting Darcy the other day had her in knots. His curiosity piqued, he asked cautiously, "Is there something going on between you and Darcy I should know about?"

Elizabeth let out a groan of frustration. "No. However, since I first saw him, my life has been more complicated."

Richard smirked. "There is something going on between you two!"

"We're just friends." She vehemently protested. Seeing Richard's amused face, she realized she had said more than she had intended and briskly walked away.

Darcy sighed, looking at the clock in his car as if he were a man heading to the gallows. He slowed the vehicle as Charles' house came into view. Damn; it hadn't been struck by lightning. He looked at the clock again. He could stall a few more minutes, one more time around the block, slowly. He grimaced knowing what awaited him inside - Caroline.

Caroline was a beautiful woman, no one would deny that. She was elegant, well dressed and everything about her appearance spoke her to be a well-bred woman; that is until she opened her mouth. Her constant fawning was sickening. No, revolting. It's just dinner. I'll call it an early evening. His countenance brightened slightly suddenly, remembering Elizabeth would be amongst the guests. Grudgingly, he parked the car and stepped heavily towards the door. He could not delay the inevitable.

"Will!" Caroline exclaimed, clutching his arm almost the moment he walked into Charles' house. "Tell me you missed me!"

"Did you enjoy your trip, Caroline?" Darcy responded, trying to hide his annoyance and extricate himself from her clutches.

"Certainly. Europe in the summer is so pleasant; so much culture and refinement." she said with a haughty air. "I can imagine your family there. You would no doubt be European aristocracy."

Darcy rolled his eyes, only to catch a glimpse of Elizabeth trying to suppress a giggle. She made it impossible to suppress a grin. "Elizabeth." He greeted, his features softening for just a moment. "Good to see you again."

Elizabeth smiled sweetly. "Good to see you again too. Charles and Jane are in the kitchen."

Caroline looked at Darcy in surprise. "You two know each other?"

Darcy flexed his jaw to suppress a smirk. "Of course. You don't think I'd neglect Charles just because you were in Europe, do you?" He replied with a hint of sarcasm.

"Of course not." she said with alacrity. "You are such a good friend to my brother."

Darcy made his way to the kitchen with Caroline again attached to his side. He talked with Charles and Jane until dinner was announced, leaving Elizabeth alone with the Hursts. Everyone took their seats; Caroline seating herself next to Darcy.

Conversation through dinner was light, mostly consisting of Caroline's monologue of the places she visited, adding as many compliments to Darcy as she could in the process. Darcy spent the time attempting to hide his annoyance and trying to catch glimpses of Elizabeth.

Elizabeth found the interaction between them amusing. She suppressed the laughter that seemed to threaten with sips of wine and by pinching her lips. However, Darcy had noticed she was close to hysterics by the laughter in her eyes during their few shared glances.

Finally realizing everyone else was bored with Caroline's escapades across Europe, Charles changed the subject. "Darcy, are you hosting Thanksgiving at Pemberley again?" Charles asked.

Darcy replied flatly, "Yes, Mrs. Reynolds would never forgive me if I didn't."

Caroline piped in. "Oh Will! I do love Pemberley in the winter and so look forward to Thanksgiving every year."

Darcy rolled his eyes. Nodding slightly to Jane, he added, "Charles, let me know later this week how many to expect so Mrs. Reynolds can prepare the rooms and food."

Charles responded awkwardly, "Oh, of course. I'll let you know when we've discussed it."

Caroline, wanting Darcy's attention again, simpered, "Will, escort me to the Art Institute benefit on Thursday. I know you received an invite."

"I'll be out of town, Caroline," he said noncommittally.

Unexpectedly, Elizabeth spoke up. "William, it would be a shame to make poor Caroline attend alone. Certainly you have a friend you can convince to take her, someone who is perhaps familiar with fundraisers?"

Darcy's brow creased momentarily, but at Elizabeth's small knowing smile, an understanding smirk came across his face. "Yes, Caroline." he said, looking at Elizabeth. "I'm certain a friend of mine would be more than happy to escort you." Darcy continued to elaborate on his friend's wonderful attributes, being especially careful to mention he was a direct descendent of an English Earl.

Caroline's eyes were practically glowing with anticipation. She replied sweetly, trying not to appear too anxious, "Well, I'm sure he's a dear if he's a friend of yours, Will. I'd be happy to attend with him."

During one of the few minutes Caroline was preoccupied with someone else, Darcy slipped out onto the porch. Elizabeth noticed and followed a few minutes later.

"Would you like some company?" came the soft voice.

Turning first to ensure the owner of the voice, he replied casually, "Uh, sure; if you're the company."

"Are you sure? I could get dear Caroline for you." Elizabeth suggested, batting her lashes and trying to look as innocent as possible.

Darcy shuddered with a chuckle. "Dear God, no!" After Elizabeth had settled into the chair swing, he asked, "Richard and Caroline?"

Elizabeth laughed. "It got her off your back; and Cas deserves it."

Darcy smirked. "Yes, I certainly owe him a few favors." He was just as eager for a little payback for the blind dates Richard has arranged.

Elizabeth shifted nervously in her chair. "William?" At his prompting, she continued a little awkwardly. "I wanted you to know I don't go around kissing guys. I mean, if we're going to be friends, I don't want you to have the wrong impression of me."

William smiled warmly, looked her in the eye and said, "I have nothing but respect and admiration for you, Elizabeth."

She felt her pulse quicken and her breath catch. She had not expected the softness of his voice nor the warm look that spoke of more than just friendship. With an inconspicuous swallow, she met his gaze and held his eyes. "Thanks."

It was Sunday, and Elizabeth and Jane spent the day together. They met every Sunday when their schedules permitted, which usually meant about once a month. No matter the infrequency, it was a day they both cherished. It was a day for the two of them to relax, catch up, and talk about all things sisterly.

Elizabeth arrived at eleven and was greeted by Jane with the usual affectionate hug. The two settled into the living room with lunch and coffee.

"Jane? How serious are things with Charles?" Elizabeth asked. Neither of them had been in a serious relationship for a while and Elizabeth had noted Jane's world was slowly beginning to revolve around Charles. The sister days had become more infrequent, often due to promises Jane had made to Charles, and she had watched the two at dinner and parties, noting how inseparable they were.

Having been caught off guard, Jane blushed and then exclaimed, "Lizzy, I'm in love! Charles is so wonderful! He's thoughtful, kind, gentle, everything I've ever wanted in a man."

Lizzy giggled at Jane's archetypical effusion. "And Charles feels the same way?"

Jane's blush deepened. "Yes. We haven't talked about marriage or anything, but he calls me every day."

"Every day?" Elizabeth asked surprised, scrunching her nose in distaste. "Doesn't that get annoying?"

Jane laughed. "Not at all! I would miss him terribly if he didn't! As it is, we only see each other about twice a week."

"Only?" Elizabeth replied teasingly.

In the tone of a friendly warning, Jane said, "Someday Lizzy, you'll be in love and won't think it so distasteful."

Elizabeth rolled her eyes and said snidely, "Sure Jane."

"He asked me if I would go to Pemberley with him for Thanksgiving."

"I figured he would when he brought it up at dinner the other night." Elizabeth said. "Are you going to go?"

Jane hesitated in her response. "I'd like to, but feel kind of awkward. Are you going?"

Elizabeth started in shock. "No. Why would I go?"

Jane smiled suspiciously. "I thought Darcy would have invited you."

Elizabeth chuckled nervously, hoping she hadn't blushed despite the heat she felt rising on her neck. "William and I are just friends. He has no reason to invite me."

Jane protested. "But you got along so well at dinner; and Charles is certain he likes you."

Despite her intentions to remain friends, she felt her stomach flip flop. She felt the familiar warmth infuse her body that often accompanied Darcy's presence. Unconsciously, she started playing with her upper lip.

"Lizzy! What are you hiding?" Jane exclaimed.

Elizabeth grimaced, realizing she had given Jane a tell tale sign. She blushed and hesitantly said, "He kissed me." adding quickly, "But we talked and I told him I don't want a serious relationship."

Jane let out a school girl's squeal. "Charles did tell me that! Did you kiss him back?"

Elizabeth groaned. "Yes. But Jane! We're just friends."

"I knew it!" Jane exclaimed. "You like him!"

"Jane!" Elizabeth protested.

"You are just being stubborn," Jane countered.

"I'm being smart." Elizabeth insisted.

Jane was exasperated. She threw up her hands and said, "Lizzy!You like him, but you won't even go on a date. Of course, that's probably a good thing, because according to Charles, even though he likes you, he won't ask you out. For two smart people, you're acting very dumb."

Elizabeth shook her head. "We've talked about it. It's better for both of us as friends."

"Kissing friends." Jane teased. At Elizabeth's glare, Jane dropped the subject, knowing better than to press her any more today; but she was determined not to let it go. Jane knew the more Elizabeth protested, the deeper her feelings, and she had never protested like this, not even when she started dating Adrian.

It was finally Friday. Elizabeth had just finished meeting with her secretary to discuss the following week's plans. The past week had been productive and the reports from the plants had been good. The fallout from the attempted purchase of the Medical Devices Division had also finally subsided. She and Darcy had come to an understanding. They had even been able to joke with each other a little at Caroline's party, and she and Jane had finally been able to catch up. She smiled to herself, feeling that things seemed to be back on track. She was looking forward to a fairly relaxing weekend to top it off. Her feeling of contentment ended when Anne announced a call.

"Elizabeth Bennet," Elizabeth answered her phone, a little nervous.

"Elizabeth, it's William. William Darcy." He said nervously, uncertain of his reception. They had not spoken since Charles' dinner party with Caroline. They were on better terms now, but they had always met due to mutual friends; neither had initiated contact.

Elizabeth, sounding as cheerful as possible to hide her nervousness replied, "Hi William. What can I do for you?"

Darcy let out a small sigh of relief. She hadn't hung up on him and actually sounded pleased to hear from him. "Are you in town next week?"

Elizabeth answered warily. "Yes, I should be. Why?"

Elizabeth could hear the wry smile on his face as he answered, "Caroline is having a dinner party next week and I wanted to make sure you could attend before I accepted." Elizabeth's heart started pounding against her chest. Slowly she asked, "Why would I attend Caroline's dinner party? The dislike is mutual." And why does your acceptance depends on me?

"Because it is your fault she's having the dinner party; and I have no intention of suffering through it alone." Darcy replied, a touch of humor in his voice.

"You had better explain."

"The Art Institute charity dinner was last night and Richard was less than thrilled with his date." Darcy explained drolly.

Elizabeth burst into peals of laughter as understanding dawned on her. "So, how bad was it?"

Darcy leaned back in his chair, now completely relaxed. He chuckled in response to her laughter; it was so contagious. "According to Richard, after finding out he was not to inherit a large company or billions of dollars, Caroline spent the entire night asking him about me and telling him how fortunate he was to have me as a friend and cousin."

Elizabeth laughed. "Ouch! Did he at least get a kiss out of it?"

"I don't think he gave her the chance." Darcy responded, his voice full of laughter. Elizabeth laughed heartily. Richard rarely turned down a kiss from a pretty lady. The idea of him making a pre-emptive move was hilarious!

"So Caroline's dinner. . ." she prompted, trying to encourage more explanation.

Darcy grumbled. "He encouraged Caroline to have a dinner with all my favorites."

Elizabeth laughter could not be contained; she almost fell out of her chair. "I'm guessing he told her your favorites too." After catching her breath added, "I still don't see why I would be invited."

Darcy was grinning like a fool and was grateful the door to his office was closed. Her laugh was like a sweet melody to his ears. It was one of the most pleasant conversations he had ever had. She hadn't teased or laughed at him and the angst that accompanied so many of their previous conversations was gone. More than that, he felt he could be his true self. Darcy said matter-of-factly, a smile in his voice, "I'm inviting you. And if you don't attend, I'll tell Richard the date was your idea."

Elizabeth sobered quickly and protested, but Darcy insisted, pleased to finally have the upper hand. "You got me into this, you're suffering with me."

"How's Elizabeth?" Charles asked sheepishly, unsure how to broach the topic with Darcy.

Darcy looked at Charles startled. "How would I know?"

Charles smirked at Darcy's bristle. "Just thought you might have seen her recently," he said casually.

Darcy eyed Charles suspiciously. "And just what made you think that?"

Charles conceded. "So it was more hoped you had seen her recently."

Darcy kneaded his eyes with his hand. He was obviously showing more interest in Elizabeth than he intended. Or was Elizabeth right? All his years believing he had learned how to hide his personal thoughts and feelings were (all) merely a delusion. "I'm that obvious, huh?" He said with a hint of resignation, his expression open.

Charles grinned smugly at having gotten Darcy to confess. "Not to anyone who doesn't know you, but after Jane's dinner, I'm surprised she didn't end up at your place."

Darcy grimaced, remembering his loss of self-control that night. You have no idea how accurate you are. "We're just friends, Charles, and tentative ones at that."

"But Darcy, it's obvious you like each other." Charles protested.

Darcy sighed. "That may be, but she doesn't want a serious relationship right now. We're just going to be friends."

Charles perked up. "You asked her out then?"

Darcy groaned. Charles was reading more into his statements than he had wanted him to and was asking for explanations he wasn't ready to provide. "No," he stated. Then seeing that response would not mollify Charles, he continued hesitantly. "When I dropped her off the other night, I kissed her." Charles' smile grew wide. "We talked about it and she's not interested in a serious relationship, and you know I'm not out for just a fling."

Charles shook his head. "Jane said it would be like that."
Horrified that someone else might know his thoughts and feelings for Elizabeth, Darcy exclaimed, "What? What did Jane say?"

Charles suppressed the urge to laugh at Darcy's obvious consternation. Instead, he said, "That you're both stubborn and we'd have to lock you two in a room for a long period of time before you'd agree to go on a date." Seeing Darcy bristle at the thought, Charles added. "I'm not above doing that you know."

Darcy patted Charles on the shoulder. "We've agreed to be friends, Charles, leave it at that."

Less than a week later, Elizabeth and Darcy found themselves on the way to Caroline's Richard inspired dinner. The dinner party was small: Charles, Jane, Darcy, Louisa, her husband, Caroline, and Elizabeth. Though Caroline protested Elizabeth's attendance, Charles insisted, having received a previous warning from Darcy.

Charles didn't understand the purpose for the dinner, so chose to interpret his friend's insistence as confirmation of his affections towards Elizabeth. He was even more certain of it when he discovered they would be arriving together.

Around seven, the two arrived, entering with large smiles and light laughter. Caroline, already vexed about Elizabeth arriving with Darcy, became even more incensed. She immediately went to Darcy's side and took his arm, ignoring Elizabeth completely. "Will, I'm so glad you could come. I have hardly seen you since I've been home, and I missed you so much while in Europe."

"Thank you, Caroline, it was kind of you to invite me." Darcy replied flatly.

Elizabeth was determined to make the most of the evening. Provokingly, she remarked, "Caroline, what a cute outfit." Caroline was wearing a tight fitting burgundy sweater with a matching plaid skirt that ended mid-thigh. Elizabeth thought it was reminiscent of a school girl uniform and wondered if Darcy liked that kind of thing, or if it was another one of Richard's lies. She stifled the threatening giggle with a soft clearing of her of her throat.

Caroline did a dainty pirouette. "What do you think, Will?" She asked while batting her eyelashes.

Darcy avoided responding by greeting Louisa and her husband and then pouring himself a drink.

The dinner table was decorated far more elaborately than was required for an informal dinner with friends. Decor consisted of a linen burgundy table cloth, a Chantilly lace runner, beautiful silver candelabras, and place settings of fine china and silver.

Dinner consisted of lamb chops with a wide variety of side dishes; Darcy tasted only half of them. Dessert was crepe suzette, which Elizabeth watched Darcy barely manage to choke down.

Conversation was pleasant, if not amusing, thanks to Caroline doting on Darcy. Elizabeth watched Jane and Charles; the grimness on their faces told her they had no idea what was happening and were helplessly watching Darcy suffer.

"Lizzy, what is going on with you and Darcy?" Jane asked quietly over dessert, while the others were engaged in conversation led by Caroline.

"Nothing. What makes you think anything is going on?" Elizabeth said defensively.

Seeing Elizabeth's face immediately sober, and noting the tone of her voice, Jane said with an amused smile, "He drove you here and Charles said he insisted you be invited."

Elizabeth smirked. "He's blackmailing me."

Jane provided the reaction Elizabeth had hoped for. Jane's eyes were wide in shock and concern. "Lizzy! That's not funny!"

Elizabeth said smugly, "It's true. He said I had to come tonight, or he would expose a secret."

Jane refused to believe her. Suddenly finding herself on the defensive, Jane firmly stated, "He wouldn't do something like that. He's Charles' best friend!"

At the mention of Charles, and Jane's assertive tone, Elizabeth decided she had played with her sister's delicate emotions long enough. "It's a friendly blackmail. He was going to reveal my part in his cousin's blind date if I didn't come to the dinner tonight."

The relief on Jane's face was visible. "Jane, you shouldn't worry. Nothing is going to come between you and Charles. William and I are just friends."

Jane smiled suggestively. "So has he asked you out on a date yet?"

Elizabeth feigned confusion. "Has who asked me out?"

"Darcy! Has Darcy asked you out yet?" she asked, frustrated at Elizabeth's obvious attempt to play coy.

Elizabeth looked down at the floor to prevent herself from blushing. "Jane, we're friends. That's all. Friends don't date."

"But Lizzy!" Jane insisted. "You both want to be more. It's obvious the way you were looking at each at dinner tonight."

Elizabeth shot Jane a dark look, Jane knew to be a warning. "It would never work. We're friends, that's all."

Jane gave Elizabeth a hug. "Love really isn't all that bad Lizzy."

The dinner party ended early, as Darcy's patience was in tatters. As soon as Elizabeth and Darcy were in the car and out of view, Elizabeth threw her head back against the car seat and let out a hearty laugh which she had obviously been suppressing all night. "I have got to thank Cas for such an entertaining evening!"

Darcy answered sarcastically, "I'm so happy you enjoyed yourself."

Slapping Darcy playfully on the shoulder she chuckled, "So was any of that accurate?"

Darcy smirked, not hiding the smile behind it. "Ask Richard."

Elizabeth returned a challenging eye, her eyes glossy from tears of laughter. "He'll tell me the truth."

Darcy nodded patronizingly. "Burgundy is not my favorite color."

Elizabeth snorted. "That's obvious. It's blue."

Darcy looked at her surprised. "How did you know that?"

Elizabeth laughed. "You're predictable. But what would possibly make Caroline think burgundy was?"

Darcy winced from her notion and her accuracy. She's doing it again! "Richard probably convinced her it was 'cause I graduated from Harvard." He let out a light laugh. "Gina had her convinced for a while it was orange. Caroline in orange is disturbing."

The rest of the way to Elizabeth's, the two chatted about the dinner. Elizabeth was enjoying this more relaxed Darcy. She noted how pleasant he was when he was comfortable. It was so much more attractive than his usual taciturn self. She noticed the way the small lines in his brow seemed to disappear, which made him even more handsome. From his perspective, Darcy was enjoying the sound of her laughter, even if it did come at his expense; he determined he could suffer a small amount of teasing for such a rewarding sound.

Just before arriving at her apartment complex, Darcy's tone suddenly turned from jovial and challenging to soft and serious. "Elizabeth, I'd really like it if you came to Pemberley for Thanksgiving."

Elizabeth groaned. "Did Charles ask you to invite me?"

Darcy smiled shyly. "Technically, yes."

"What exactly did Charles say?" Her tone was suddenly hostile.

Darcy eyed Elizabeth warily, confused by her sudden terseness. "He said Jane wanted to go to Pemberley, but wouldn't if you didn't. He also said that you wouldn't go if you weren't invited." He added quickly in a soft tone, looking into her eyes, "But I really would like it if you came... as a friend."

Elizabeth groaned and said in a snippy voice, "Thank you, but I'm afraid you and my meddling sister will have to do without my company that weekend."

Darcy put the car in park and looked at her curiously. "Meddling sister? Is there something I should know?"

Elizabeth hesitated and said in a gentler voice. "I'm sorry. I'm not angry at you. Apparently Jane has it in her head that. . . we want to be more than friends. . . and this is her way of pressing the issue." She looked down at her hands in her lap, waiting for Darcy's response; her stomach fluttering and her heart beating rapidly.

Darcy shifted in his seat uncomfortably. "I see," he managed.

The two sat in uncomfortable silence for a couple moments before Elizabeth gathered her things to get out of the car. "Thanks for an entertaining evening," she said with a smile.

"Elizabeth." Darcy called out just as she was about to close the car door. "Can friends go to dinner together?"

Elizabeth hesitated for a moment but with a smile said, "Yes."

Darcy let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding as he watched her enter the apartment complex. Friends. For a brief moment he believed friends, just friends, might be possible.

Friday brought another unexpected phone call. "Elizabeth Bennet," she answered professionally.

"Elizabeth, it's William." Darcy responded, trying to master his nervousness. It had taken him most of the night to come up with a reason to call her, and another three days to work up the courage to actually call her. He still thought his reason seemed too contrived but it was too late now.

"What can I do for you William?"

"I. . . uh. . . wonder if you could meet me for coffee." Darcy said, hoping he didn't sound too nervous.

"Now?" Elizabeth asked, the confusion in her voice evident. She wasn't used to being interrupted during the day for social calls, and the fact that it was Darcy calling, confused her even more.

Darcy's heart skipped a beat, and he felt his chest constrict. He was suddenly certain this was a very bad idea. "Well. . . if you have time. . . but it can wait. . . or. . ." trying to sound as casual as he could.

Elizabeth smiled to herself at his nervousness. Darcy, CEO of a Fortune 100 company was nervous about asking her to get a cup of coffee. She interrupted him. "If you can give me thirty minutes, I can take a break."

Darcy let out an audible sigh of relief and then cringed as he could almost hear the giggle on the other end of the line. "Meet you at Joe's in an hour then?"

"See you then."

Elizabeth sat at her desk in amused silence. It was hard to believe that this was the same person who a week or two ago had drawn her into some very heated discussions. The man was nervous! As she picked up her pen to write some final comments on a report, she noticed her hand was trembling. It's just coffee! She took a steadying breath. Just friends. she told herself, willing her heart to stop racing. "Friends can meet for coffee. We're just going to be friends," she said quietly to herself, suddenly wondering about the wisdom of meeting him.

Darcy leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes in relief. Fifteen minutes later, he grabbed the jewelry box in his desk and headed for the coffee shop. He was already on his second cup of coffee when Elizabeth showed up an hour later, and hoped his relief at seeing her didn't show.

"Sorry," she said in way of greeting. "It's difficult to get out of there on short notice." She placed her purse on a chair across from him, and went to order. A few minutes later she came back with a mug of hot chocolate covered in whipped cream.

Darcy couldn't help the smirk that came across his face. "Aren't you a little old for that?"

She said pertly, but with a warm smile, "You can never be too old for good hot chocolate and whipped cream." She took a noisy slurp of the whipped cream, causing Darcy to shake his head. He loved her childlike attitude; it was refreshing. The fact that she did it so naturally and was unembarrassed by it was endearing.

After wiping cream off her nose, she asked, "To what do I owe the honor, William?"

"I wanted to get your opinion on this," he said as he pulled out the jewelry box from his suit jacket.

Elizabeth tentatively reached for the box, hoping he didn't notice her hands shaking. She opened the box and caught her breath. "William, it's beautiful!" she said, running her hands lightly over the string of pearls.

Darcy smiled at the way her eyes lit up at seeing the string of pearls. If he could have been more certain of her reaction, he would have given them to her. As it was, they were in a fragile truce-like friendship that had only lasted over a dinner and a conversation or two.

"Who are they for?" Elizabeth asked, handing the box back to him. If he said they were for her, she wasn't sure what she would do. She held her breath waiting for his reply.

"Gina. She has a recital coming up," he said shyly.

Elizabeth let a wave of relief wash over her. "You have wonderful taste. I'm sure she'll appreciate them."

The two talked a little more about Gina and her upcoming performance.

"So William, who appraised your jewelry choices before I came along?" she asked teasingly.

Darcy smirked. "Caroline Bingley, actually." He added sarcastically, "Jewelry is one of Caroline's passions."

Elizabeth laughed. "I can only imagine. You are a very kind older brother and I'm certain Gina will appreciate your gift." She playfully continued, "So did you call me down here just to get my opinion on a string of pearls you knew were beautiful?"

Darcy blanched, realizing she had seen through his rouse all along. He asked guiltily, "Was it that obvious?"

Elizabeth winked at him with a warm smile. "A bit on the predictable side, but I'm glad you called."

Darcy's face brightened. Her comment gave him the courage to say, "I thought I'd try coffee, and if we managed to not break the truce, maybe work up to a dinner?"

They were both silent for a minute as Elizabeth weighed his words. Looking directly into his eyes Elizabeth said solemnly, "This isn't going to work, is it?"

Darcy swallowed hard and shook his head as he whispered, "No."

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