Page 99 of Dashing for Love

“Goldie!Hurry!”

“One second!” I call, getting up and shoving my feet into my slippers, then donning my glasses and grabbing my phone out of habit. I squint at the screen.

Is that…thirty notifications?

What is going on?

I speed up, racing to the door and flinging it open.

“Goldie!” Agatha’s wavesThe Lucky Dailyat me.

“Ahh! What?!” I wield my phone like it’s a magic sword, ready to take down my enemy.

“You’re going to belate!” she yells, then heaves herself over the threshold and shoves me to the side as she goes. “Get dressed!”

“What is happening?” I yell back. “Why are you yelling?”

She waves the paper once more and keeps walking to my bedroom. “Go online toThe Lucky Dailywebsite. Who sleeps this late?”

“I had a late night,” I whine, but she’s out of sight and shouting at me to hurry up.

Unlocking my phone, I ignore the notifications and go straight to the paper’s website.

“Holy crap.” I stop mid-stride, gaping at the screen.

Matthew James Brodigan filmed a freaking thirst trap.

He’s shirtless and sweaty, walking toward the camera with a damn horse, wearing that hot-as-sin cowboy hat and jeans that were made for him…

And it’s in slow motion.

“Oh my God.”

I watch it again.

I might be drooling.

“What are youdoing?” Agatha appears in front of me.

I startle, nearly dropping the phone but fumbling it and getting it upright just in time to watch the video again. “Matty. He made a?—”

“You’re going to be late tomeetMatty if you don’t comeon!” She grabs my free hand and yanks me to the bedroom. “Get dressed.”

“I’m still not sure what’s going on.”

She rolls her eyes and shoves the print copy of the paper at me. “You have three minutes, missy, and not a second more.”

Immediately my eyes snag on the pictures of Matty—more shirtless, gorgeous pictures—but then I see the headline: Is True Love Really Blind?

“Whatisthis?” I mutter, skimming the initial paragraphs. Then I get to Matty’s words and suck in a breath. “Agatha.” I shoot my hand out and grab her shoulder.

“Told you,” she sniffs.

“I love you. I love you so much, and I want to spend the rest of my life making it up to you for being so stupid. I have more to say, but I’d rather say it in person. So here goes: If you’re willing to give me a chance, then meet me tomorrow at ten a.m. at the clock in town square.”

I look at the time. “Oh my God!”

“Nowyou’re catching on.”

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