Page 12 of Her Football Star Ex

“That was faster than I expected.” I looked across my desk to my friend.

“Maybe online dating is better than you thought?” She raised an eyebrow as she took a sip from her coffee.

“Maybe.”

I’d put it off for so long because I assumed it would be hard to find a guy interested in Vincent Lake’s castaway, but either the guys in the Denver area were just really thirsty right now, or they didn’t care or know about my link to the famous quarterback.

“Are you going to just read your messages to yourself, or are you going to share with a friend?” Kira said impatiently.

“You want to hear them?” I gave her a doubtful look.

“Yes,” she said. “This is the kind of stuff I live for.”

I smiled at her enthusiasm. And it was true. Kira was such a hopeless romantic. She would eat, breathe, and drink romance novels if she could get paid for it.

“Okay.” I cleared my throat, getting ready to read the message from what my app told me was a thirty-one-year-old guy with short, strawberry-blond hair. “The first guy’s name is Dave,” I said. “And his profile says he’s into long-distance running.”

“So he’s athletic,” Kira said in an interested tone. “That’s something you like.”

I nodded. I did like a man who wasn’t afraid to break a sweat.

“It also says he’s a lawyer in Denver with a two-year-old daughter.”

“Well, that’s kind of perfect,” she said. “You’d definitely have something to talk about.”

We would.

“So, what did he say?”

I looked down at what he’d sent me. “He says, ‘Hi Emerson. How has your week been going?’”

Kira’s expression was unreadable.

“Is that good or bad?”

“Eh.” She tilted her head to the side and scrunched up her nose. “I mean, it’s okay. But not super interesting.”

It seemed fine to me. But what did I know? I hadn’t ever dated like this before.

“Should I say something back?”

“If you want. I mean, you might as well if you think he seems interesting enough.”

He was cute. And we did have some things in common…

I quickly typed in my response that I’d just won a court case the day before so it was going pretty well, and then closed that chat and went on to the next message.

“Next is from a guy named Chris,” I told Kira.

“What does he look like?” she asked.

I tapped on my phone and showed her the photo of a twenty-eight-year-old guy with a man-bun. I didn’t usually go for guys with longer hair, but he had the jawline of a Greek god so I’d swiped right the night before.

“He’s cute,” she said.

“Yeah.” I looked at the screen again and went back to see what he’d said to me.

My usual type hadn’t worked out so well the first time, so maybe going for a different type of guy this time around would turn out to be a good thing.

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