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I pulled up Tinder and handed him my phone.

“Your profile looks good. I love the bio, and your picture is nice, but let’s take another. Smile.” He snapped a picture. “Now, we’ll add it, reactivate your account, and start swiping.” He handed me my phone.

“I don’t think this is a good idea,” I said.

“You’re right. It’s a great idea. Now, remember. Swipe left if someone catches your attention. If they don’t, swipe right.”

“I know, Tristan.” I set my phone on the bar, and we both looked at the pictures on the screen.

“Right,” he said. “Right. Right. Right.”

“Oh wow. He’s hot.” I smiled. “Let’s check out his bio. He’s thirty, loves nature, plays tennis, and he’s an adventurer.”

“There you go. Swipe left. It’ll be quite an adventure for him to go out with your Scrooge ass.”

“Very funny.” My eyes narrowed.

“Oh my God! He swiped right.” Within seconds, a message from him came through.

“Hi, beautiful. What’s up?”

“What should I say?” I looked at Tristan.

“Give me that phone.” He grabbed it from my hand.

“Hi, handsome. Interested in going out tomorrow night? I have two free tickets to see Hadestown.”

“I’d love to. Where and what time shall I pick you up?”

“Let’s first meet at Jonah’s Bar & Grill for a drink at six-thirty.”

“Sounds great. I can’t wait to meet you.”

“Me too, Ken.”

“There. You’re all set.” Tristan grinned, handing me my phone.

“And what if he’s weird?” I cocked my head.

“What if it’s the start of a beautiful relationship?” He held up his glass.

Chapter Nine

Sierra

I slipped on my tall black boots and took one last look in the mirror before I met Ken at the bar. I couldn’t believe I let Tristan talk me into this. What the hell was I even doing? Stalking my boss? Who the hell was I? Sighing, I grabbed my purse and hailed a cab.

Stepping through the bar door, I cringed at the fully decorated place with Christmas lights, two trees, and cheesy garland hanging from the walls while Rockin Around the Christmas Tree played throughout the space.

“Just kill me now,” I mumbled as I looked around for Ken.

Suddenly, a man sitting at the bar turned around, and it was him. He held up his hand and waved me over. He was cute, but he wasn’t Jack Atlas.

“Sierra, you are one sexy woman.” He grinned, kissing my cheek.

“Thank you, Ken. It’s nice to meet you.” I smiled, sitting on the stool next to him.

“What are you having?” he asked.

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