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“Well, if it isn’t my loyal matchmaker.”
I turn on my heel to face the beauty responsible for that cheeky greeting. The swift motion doesn’t give me a chance to rouse my defenses.
A breeze ruffles Grace’s dark hair while her blue eyes sparkle from the natural light above. Temptation is already suckling at my dick from that sight alone. I fight the urge to surrender while simultaneously appreciating her shapely figure accentuated in that clingy dress. It would take the willpower of several disciplined gentlemen to shift my focus off her lush hips. Instead of looking away, I wonder how offended she’ll be if I request a taste.
Not that I’m about to let my knees hit the pavement. The fantasy she presents nearly has my tongue lolling out, though. Sweat prickles my forehead and I’m flooded with heat. My voice is impacted next, lost to the lust pumping me at a furious pace.
A hand sweeps across the space in front of me. “Garrett?”
I blink out of my horny stupor. “Uh, hey. Thanks for coming.”
“It would kinda defeat the entire purpose if I didn’t, right?”
“Yep, this is where the magic happens.” My gaze still doesn’t leave her.
Grace’s squint has little to do with the bright sun. “At the farmers market?”
Which serves to remind me of exactly where we are. This wholesome location suddenly appears like the worst idea. Good ol’ boys create the very foundation of the town’s seasonal pop-up shop.
Regret clenches my gut. But I have a mission. One I’m better off completing for her sake and mine.
“Your true love is right over there.” I wave in a random direction. There are a dozen or so booths arranged in a square at the rear of the grocery store’s parking lot. One of them is bound to have a single guy behind the counter.
Her eyes roll. “Simple as that, huh?”
“Absolutely.”
“You’re awful sure of yourself, Cupid.”
I can’t fault her disbelief, considering this is a total sham. Based on her previous lackluster responses, I figured it was safe to continue sending pictures of models. Just a bit of messing around. Although, once again, I’m not entirely sure why I decided to dupe her in the first place.
That flimsy excuse is weaker than my mother’s coffee, which might as well be water.
Denial is just as pointless. I’m done playing games. If we’re gonna find a guy to fill her specific requirements, this Knox Creek staple is the best place to start. That’s my cue to get her on board the enthusiasm wagon.
“Romantic possibilities are ripe in the fresh air, Miss Matrimony. Take a whiff.” Meanwhile, I scoff at the cheesy nonsense spewing from my mouth. What a crock of shit.
Grace takes a deep inhale just to humor me. “Uh-huh, yummy. Where is… what’s his name again? I can’t spot him when there are so manypossibilitiesto choose from.”
I’m beginning to sweat a bit, but I don’t want her to catch the stress seeping from my pores. “There isn’t a gent you can pluck from the barbarians? Well, crud. Maybe we should check elsewhere.”
“But you told me this guy was here.” She whips her phone out and proceeds to show me the most recent picture I sent.
I don’t need to look at the screen to tag the image as a phony. Guess we aren’t quite done playing pretend yet. “Isn’t that him at the fudge stand?”
“Um, no.”
“Are you sure? Filters are all the rage these days. Take a closer peek. He might have a few more wrinkles than the edited version.”
“AI is more likely in his case. That’s a total facial reconstruction,” she clips.
“Weird. Maybe he left.”
“Didn’t you tell him I was coming?” Now her arms are crossed, ready for a banter battle.
“Sure did.”In another dimension where I’d actually follow through on this fucked plan.“Maybe that’s not him.”
“Oh, so you’re not even sure who he is. Are you ready to admit he doesn’t exist?” Amusement bobbles Grace’s voice, almost cracking into a giggle.
