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I can almost hear the little cherub laughing at me. Rose marries a cowboy with tons of friends. And they are all married. But I have a long history of no luck in the romance department.

I don’t want to be whistled at by rowdy guys on a sidewalk. I want to be loved.

Tonight will be fun. I’m looking forward to being around Dallas’s friends. I haven’t seen the guys since they moved Rose to her place in Stadtburg. That was a while ago. Rose has told me how nice all the wives are, so meeting them will be great. And I can talk to Dallas’s aunt about the matchmaking thing. Am I brave enough to sign up for a week on a ranch with a stranger? Maybe. I’ll talk to Tandy.

But tonight, my main hope is that I’m not the only single person at the party.

An engine rumbles behind me, and I glance in the rearview mirror as a black car speeds toward my bumper. There is a truck in the other lane, and I don’t know where the black car plans to go.

I fight the instinct to tap the brakes because that will only get me hit faster.

The black car swerves into the other lane and hits my car in the process. As my car starts to spin around, I slam on my brakes and yank the wheel to the right. But that only makes it worse.

My Civic flips, and I’m thrown back into my seat by the air bag.

I don’t want to die without ever having been in love.

When my car finally stops moving, I take a breath, thankful I can still do that.

The car door swings open, and I’m face to face with a panicked stranger. But he has the kindest eyes.

Things are a blur as he gets me out of the car, then carries me toward his truck. I’ve never been carried before, and as it turns out, I like it. A lot.

He’s dressed like Magnum PI, minus the sunglasses. But it’s nighttime, so that’s probably why. Except this guy isn’t built like Magnum. He’s tall and broad, but squishier in the middle.

I don’t know this man, but he feels like home. Would it be weird to ask for his number?

Never before have I wanted to make out with a complete stranger, but I do. I know that would be weird, so I don’t initiate a kiss. For all I know, the guy has a wife and kids, and I’m feeling sparks because my car just rolled over multiple times.

But whatever the case, I’m feeling sparks. Is it too much to hope that he’s feeling them too?

Thankyou for readingMore Than a Blind Date! I hope you loved Dallas and Rose’s story. Find out what happens with Daphne and Carson (and Fred!) inMore Than a Little Spark.

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BONUS EPILOGUE

DALLAS

FIVE YEARS LATER

Sleep isn’t something I’m getting much of these days. I’m tired, but I’ve never been happier. And I’m enjoying the perks of being the boss. Before the baby arrived, I hired an extra man. And that lessens my workload.

Lucy’s tiny squeaks are a warning that much louder wailing is coming. Rose is snuggled against my side, an arm and a leg draped over me. I never knew that functioning as a warm body pillow every night would be so emotionally satisfying.

After kissing her forehead, I extricate myself from our cuddle, walk over to the crib, and switch on the lamp. “Hello, sweetheart. Are you hungry?”

Lucy blinks and makes another squeaky sound. I’m eager for the day she flashes that first smile.

I keep my voice at a low whisper, letting Rose get as much sleep as possible. “I’ll get you changed, and then Mommy will fill your little belly, okay?”

Floofy twirls around my ankles. The cat has been great with the baby, but he thinks that every time the baby eats, he should get a treat. And that’s probably my fault.

Lucy’s sleeper is soaked.

“We can’t let you stay in that.” I strip it off, get on a fresh diaper, and put her in clean pajamas. She’s wriggling the entire time because she hasn’t figured out that battling only delays the feeding. “I know you’re hungry, sweetie, but you’ll get cold if I don’t put a new sleeper on.”

Her face scrunches up, signaling that a scream is imminent.

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