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I reach out and punch him, hard. “Shut the fuck up, man. It wasn’t a date.”
Travis snickers while rubbing his biceps.
“Someone is testy.”
“It’s been a day.”
“K. How about you tell me why you met with a matchmaker then.” His eyebrow rises, with a smirk I’d like to wipe off his face.
“If you know who I was meeting, why have you been yanking my chain all day?”
“Because it’s fun?”
“How did you know who I was meeting?” I ask.
“I stalked you, watched from afar, used my handy pocket binoculars to watch from the other side of the street.” His face is void of emotion.
I cock my head, studying him, knowing he’s bullshitting me. “No wonder you haven’t been laid in years.”
“I Googled it. And I get laid plenty, so shut up, asshole.”
I crack a smile at his defensiveness toward the getting laid comment.
“For real, though, a matchmaker? Really, Cole?”
I groan and cover my face with my hand, scrubbing my palm over my eyes then down my cheeks and chin. “Long story short, my grandma asked Ruth to do her a solid and get me settled down. So Ruth went through her song and dance. I think she may have mind ninja’d me into agreeing to be her newest client.”
“Well, shit.” He barks out a laugh.
“Yeah. So I guess I’ll be going on prearranged dates and stuff. I’m not one hundred percent sure what this whole thing involves.”
“I’m here for it, though. This is gonna be one hell of a ride, brother. Entertaining as fuck, I’m sure.” Travis is going to have a blast with this.
“Here’s the crazy thing, though. Ruth’s granddaughter, who actually owns the company, I went to school with her. We had a few business classes at IU and kinda hung out in the same crowd. We were never a thing, but I think we both wanted to be.”
“Oh, snap,” he mutters. “Tell me more.”
“I didn’t know she was related to Ruth, but I saw her today. We chatted a little. I gave her my number. I want to catch up with her.”
“Is she hot?”
I glare at him, his use of the term hot rubbing me the wrong way when it comes to Layla.
He throws his hands up and adds, “What? It’s a legit question. It’s okay if she’s not. You don’t always have to date a ten, man.”
I shake my head, annoyed. “No, Layla is a fucking twelve. She was a solid ten back in college, but she’s even more beautiful now.”
Travis whistles. “Damn, you’ve got it bad.”
“No, I don’t, just wasn’t expecting to run into her today. It’s been ten years.”
Travis hits me with the back of his hand. “Oh, oh, what if Ruth sets you up with her? Can’t you just ask your matchmaker to set you up with people?”
“Honestly, I don’t know. I doubt it works like that, but maybe.” I trail off. Maybe I should ask Ruth about Layla. If she’s single and I’m single, maybe we can finally give it a go.
“Well, I’m team Layla then, man. That’s who I want you to give your first rose to. Oh, and then I’ll be the friend that she gets to meet before you take her home to meet the parents. It’s gonna be an intense ride getting to that final rose ceremony.” He gushes. I see the smirk.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, man? This isn’t a dating show, it’s my life, and I’m not even sure I’m going to go through with it.” I stand from the chair and walk toward the door.
