Page 31 of The Matchmaker's Choice: A Lesbian Romance

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My phone dings and I click on my email. It only takes

me a few minutes to browse through the file Adley sent. Man,

she’s good. Her responses and everything she wrote are

insanely well written. Not only that, but they’re also witty and

funny. And she doesn’t give away personal details, which I

like.

My phone dings again and another email comes

through. It’s from Adley as well, listing a small pub not far

from my house and the time. She’s not just good. She’s really

good.

When I start thinking about this guy, whose name may

or may not actually be Jeff, oddly enough my nerves just shut

off. Is it weird that I don’t feel anything at all?

All through the next few hours, I keep expecting them

to come back. They don’t. Not when I was driving myself

home. Not when I got ready. Not when I drove over to the pub.

Not even when I walked in and found Jeff easily because he

looked exactly like the picture Adley attached to the email

with the messages.

I sit down across from him, but I’m not overly self-

conscious like I usually am. All I’d done to prepare was curl

my hair, throw on a white blouse and a pair of black skinny

jeans and pair them with a set of boots. I’m not nervous when

I order a beer and a plate of loaded fries, because why not?

I’m starving and I think it’s okay to treat myself to extremely

unhealthy, fried food once in a while.

Jeff has an easy smile. He’s clean shaven, athletic,

classically attractive. He’s wearing a black button-up shirt and

a pair of jeans. Both casual and dressy. He’s the kind of guy

that every woman on earth is probably attracted to. He’s nice,

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