Geek Girls Don't Date Dukes by Gina Lamm
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“Excuse me, you’re stepping all over my farthingale.” Leah tugged her hooped skirt free of the clueless knight’s boots. Having the most spectacular garb at the Renaissance Faire was becoming more of a burden than a bragging right.
He staggered away from her and blundered into a tree, his homemade metallic armor clanking. Leah smothered her laugh at the sight. “Somebody should pop the lid off that tin can with legs, and if he doesn’t watch out, I’ll do it for him.”
Ella, Leah’s good friend and Ren-Faire buddy, snick-ered behind her hand. “Go easy on the guy. He didn’t make the eye slits in his helm big enough.”
Irritation wrinkled Leah’s forehead as she watched him apologize to the tree and turn to walk the other way.
“Made his codpiece too big if you want my opinion,”
Leah muttered as she brushed the dirt from the gold brocade hem of her handmade Anjou gown. “If he was packing that much, he’d never be able to sit on a horse.”
Ella’s snort brought a smile to Leah’s face. She was kind of glad she hadn’t called in sick like she’d planned.
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This outing was just what she needed to get her mind off her best friend’s upcoming wedding. Jamie’s joy only reinforced Leah’s own shit-tastic love life. Ella had encouraged her to stop moping and get back to having fun, and Leah was determined to give it a shot.
As Ella and Leah made their way through the Faire, Leah dipped her head and mumbled, “Good morrow,”
to a passing fairy. Why did people insist on doing that? It was a Renaissance Faire, not a nearly nude fairy-for- all.
It really burned her when people took one of her favorite events and turned it into another excuse to wear booty shorts, bikini tops, and clearance Halloween wire-and-sparkly-mesh wings.
“Ooh, a henna artist.” Ella pointed to a silk tent strung beneath a large oak. “And bonus, no line! Want to get inked?”
Leah smiled. “I really need to get going, or I’ll be late for the coronation. Why don’t you go ahead? I’ll catch up with you after, I promise.”
“Okay,” Ella said, tilting her head. “If you’re sure.”
Leah nodded. With a parting wave, she wound her way through the crowd as gracefully as her hooped skirt would allow.
Once alone, Leah’s mood turned south. She slumped against a tree by a palm reader’s cart, cradling her head in her hands. What was wrong with her? Jamie’s wedding was in just a few days, and if Leah couldn’t get herself together enough to be there for her best friend, she’d always regret it. Her own loneliness could shove it until Jamie’s happy day was done. Besides, she wasn’t really losing her best friend, so she needed to buck the hell up.
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her— normally a wonderful, happy sound. Today, instead
of scanning her fellow attendees’ garb for historical accuracy and nifty ideas, all Leah could do was feel sorry for herself. Ella was right. She had to stop acting like she was losing her best friend. Shoving herself upright, Leah glared at the green canopy of leaves above her.
“Screw this,” she said, adjusting her skirts and straightening her French hood. “I’ve got a coronation to attend.” Leah strode toward the parade ground, nearly mowing someone down in the process.
“I do beg your pardon,” Leah said as she bowed her head and bobbed a curtsy to the man. “I didst not see…”
She trailed off as she got a look at his face. “Kevin? What are you doing here?” Seriously? She gripped the sides of her skirt so hard the fabric rasped in protest.
“Leah. I hoped you’d be here.” Kevin’s self-conscious smile didn’t reach his eyes. He smoothed his clearly expensive jeans over his too-lean hips. “I need to ask you something.”
“Sorry, I don’t have time to talk. Her Majesty is expecting me to help with the coronation.” Leah resumed walking, hoping like hell he’d get the hint and not follow. Their particular personal history wasn’t one she wanted to relive.
No such luck. He trotted to keep up with her, weaving through the crowd. “You’ve got half an hour before that starts. I checked the schedule. Listen, Leah, I’ve been thinking.”
“About Teresa, hopefully. She is the one you’re going to marry.” Leah fought the angry blush climbing her neckline. How could she have been stupid enough to believe that Kevin loved her? She quickened her step, GeekGirlsDontDateDukes.indd 3
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Geek Girls Don’t Date Dukes