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April: Fine.

She clicked the link that Kayla sent her and downloaded the app to her phone before she could back out. Kayla was right to worry about it.

April: Can you tell me one thing?

Kayla: Sup?

April: You aren’t setting me up with Cade, are you?

Kayla: First, can’t tell you. Second, what is your deal with him?

She’d known Kayla since right after Cade had broken things off with her. She’d missed the whirlwind of a relationship that they’d had and had only caught the fallout. Never had she told Kayla who it was and now she really couldn’t because they were friends.

Chapter Three

April

One thing she wasn’t about to do was ruin some friendships over things that happened in the past that have nothing to do with the other people. Kayla would end her friendship with Cade and it would put Evan in a weird place. As much as she appreciated her friend helping her put herself back together after Cade, this was too personal to share.

April: Nothing.

Kayla: Liar.

Kayla: You’re in the system and already have a match. Go get chatting with your mystery man. I bet you’ll even like him.

April smiled sadly. That was the entire problem to begin with.

“How’s it going?” April’s boss stopped by her desk.

“Umm, it’s okay. I am actually about to head out, unless you needed something?” she winced at her own people pleasing words.

“Just popping in to check on you. Keeping tabs on those, we are adding to the list of potential partners.”

April gave him what she hoped looked like a genuine smile. “Just heading out for drinks with a client,” she forced chipper-ness into her voice.

“Amazing,” the balding man said, and patted the doorframe before walking away.

As soon as he was out of sight, April blew out her breath. She needed to stop this mess before she ended up as a partner because she didn’t want to say no.

Before anyone else could pop into her office, April packed up and headed for the elevator. Once she made it to the ground floor, she’d be home free as long as she didn’t answer emails, or phone calls, or text messages.

“Hey,” Tucker said as he joined her in the elevator.

Tall, blonde, built, the man was like Thor only here in real life. “Hey,” April said quietly. She didn’t think she was an overly shy person, but she couldn’t form words around him.

“You’re leaving early today,” he commented.

Her heart lept at the fact that he noticed. “Umm, drinks with clients.”

“Ah, knew it was too good to be true. A night where you were free is like a unicorn,” Tucker joked.

April forced a laugh, confused.

“How about tomorrow night?” Tucker asked. “I’d love to take you to non-work related drinks if you can swing it?”

April ignored him, assuming he was on the phone or something because there was no way he was talking to her. She wasn’t ugly, but she was plain and comfortable with that without issue. No real body issues here despite the drawers of makeup and shapewear she owned. She rarely wore much.

“April?” he asked.

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