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“She what?” He looked up from the phone at his sister.

She stood from her chair and shucked off her shorts. She walked over to the edge of the pool and sat. She glanced at him over her shoulder.

“She accepted you. Now that means you need to think of somewhere nice to take her on a date.” She winked at him then dove into the water.

Kane grinned. This weekend couldn’t possibly get any better. He had hesitated on asking her out before, but now he had his chance. He scanned the screen and saw the message button. He tapped on it, and it opened a direct message to Kimora. Maybehis sister was on to something. Kimora was a classy, beautiful woman who he wouldn’t mind taking out. Hell, she’d been on his mind a few times. Now he had a reason to contact her outside of work.

He was going to have some fun with this.

Chapter Three

Today was the first time in years Kimora had slept in late. When she’d opened her eyes it was mid-morning and she hadn’t felt guilty about it. She got out of bed and did not get dressed right away. She went down to the kitchen, made coffee, opened a book that she had purchased months ago, and read half of it before she decided to throw on clothes. She had spent the afternoon doing things that she had desired doing for a while.

She’d driven down to the local farmer’s market, made some great purchases, then later found herself at the mall. She’d stopped at a favorite lingerie store that she loved and went on a shopping spree.

This day was for Kimora to spend by herself. Now that she had time to think, she didn’t need a date with a man to make herself feel better. She would continue to put a day aside for herself each week and spend it doing what she wanted.

That was her problem.

She didn’t take time for herself.

Kimora entered her kitchen from the garage entrance. She carried in her bags and set them down on the island. She stood back slightly out of breath and rested her hands on her waist.

“Maybe I overdid the shopping,” she muttered. The amount of items resting in front of her was astronomical. It wasn’t often she went out and put a dent in her credit cards as much, so who cared. With a shrug, she turned around and went over to shut the door that led to the garage. “Let me put these groceries away and figure out what the heck I’m going to do for dinner.”

Glancing at her watch, she had a few hours before she would need to cook dinner. She walked over to the bags and started pulling out all of the fruits, veggies, and baked goods she had bought from the market so she could put them away.

Her phone in her back pocket vibrated.

“Who is this?” she murmured. Maybe Laura was texting her to go out for dinner. Her friend usually checked with her about dinner plans, and Kimora always shot her down. Tonight, she would take her friend up on the offer.

But it wasn’t Laura.

It was a notification from the Book Boyfriend app. Kimora’s heart stuttered. She inhaled and swiped her finger across the screen. Her phone opened and went directly into the private message of the boyfriend app.

Kimora’s eyes widened at the message waiting for her.

Dr. Kane Livingston had not only acknowledged their match but had dropped her a little note.

Kimora! What a lovely surprise to find you on here and we have matched each other. Would you want to chat outside this app? If so, text me and I’ll give you a call.

Kimora bit her lip at his message. Was this truly the real Kane? What if it was a person pretending to be him? She didn’t want to just give a stranger her phone number. She hit the reply button, and her fingers flew across the screen.

Prove it’s you, Kane.

That was all she typed out. If this was trulytheKane Livingston, then she would go and down that horrible beer herbrother, Aiden, had left in her fridge. He had brought over a six-pack the last time she’d cooked dinner for the family. That was his way of contributing to the dinner. He and their father, Ramon, were the only ones who drank beer. Kimora and their mother, Marlene, couldn’t stand the taste of the stuff.

She wrinkled her nose up at the thought of that liquid touching her tongue. She dropped her phone on the counter and went back to putting up her groceries. That couldn’t be Kane. She refused to believe that an accomplished, world-renowned surgeon would be on an app such as the Book Boyfriend Agency.

Kimora shut the fridge, and the phone vibrated again. She paused and tilted her head to the side. Whoever was using Kane’s profile must be desperate. Why didn’t people just use their own faces? What would happen if a woman showed up for the date and the face didn’t match the picture? How would one explain that?

She snatched up her phone while a small smile played on her lips. She paused and read the response.

I caught your lecture on gene splicing two years ago when you presented at the cardiac symposium. You wore a red dress, black heels, and had your hair in some crazy updo that I wouldn’t even begin to know how to explain. Charles tried to challenge you on the science if I recall, and you put him in his place. I was truly impressed with how you handled that asshole.

Wow.

Kimora blinked. This certainly wasn’t the answer she had been expecting. She had thought this person would have come up with a bullshit one-liner, but this proved without a doubt that this was Kane. Her lecture that he spoke of she remembered vividly. She hadn’t had the large lecture hall but a room that seated about fifty people, of which maybe thirty were present to hear her speak. With a symposium the size of the conference,there were many presenters to hear from, and apparently, molecular genetics wasn’t a big draw for conferencegoers.

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