Page 132 of The Matchmaker's Choice: A Lesbian Romance

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We walk down the dimly lit hall, which I guess I

shouldn’t call dim. I think it’s supposed to be setting a certain

mood, although with all that luxury, I wouldn’t be afraid to

shine spotlights all over the place.

“Really?”

I don’t really understand what Steph means. I don’t

remember having my views challenged in science class in high

school. I didn’t take any science classes in college, but maybe

there it would have. I definitely can relate when it comes to

literature. Maybe that’s what she means. Maybe because she’s

studied it in depth, she looks at things differently than most

people. I can’t really say it’s the same for books. You don’t

need to be an English major or a writer or anything to read

something and have it change your life.

“Yeah. I mean, because science is so fluid and

changing. Even the smallest discovery can throw a lot of

people into chaos.”

“The medical community, you mean.”

“I mean all of it. All new discoveries can feel

threatening at first because it can challenge the basis of our

very foundation.” She turns to me and grins this self-

depreciating grin, like she’s laughing at herself. “Okay, I’m

getting carried away. You don’t want to hear about that, and

I’m sure you get what I mean.”

“I think so. I never thought about it that way. Why do I

feel like I’m always saying that when I’m with you?”

She shrugs. “Maybe that’s a good thing. I hope.”

“It is.” I reach for her hand. The lighting is low, but

strangely enough, it illuminates some of the honey gold flecks

in her dark brown irises that I’ve never even noticed before. I

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