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Which it will.
I did a helluva lot of research before taking the plunge. Make It Marriage was the only organization with awards, respect, and recognition in the field.
I did a good thing.
Even if it’s wrong.
Right?
A commotion drags me out of my thoughts.
I hear a lurch.
A curse.
And then a splash.
I swivel in the red, vinyl stool.
A scene straight out of one of those Hallmark movies plays in front of me.
A petite girl with dark brown skin, long, flowing hair and a horrified look on her face stares at the coffee she spilled on a Channing Tatum look-alike’s fresh white shirt.
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” she says, grabbing a napkin.
Channing Tatum’s twin stares at her with annoyance in his eyes.
The longer he stares, the more his annoyance shifts.
First, it’s curiosity.
Then awareness.
And, finally, attraction.
Her movements slow as she feels the heat of his gaze.
Her eyes tip up.
Their gazes meet.
It’s instant, their connection.
They’re swept up in it.
Lust.
Desire.
Infatuation.
That something that makes the stomach flutter and the heart pound.
Channing Tatum leans down and whispers something to her. She giggles. Pulls out her phone. Gives it to him.
They exchange numbers.
A smattering of applause breaks out as the newly established couple leaves together, hand-in-hand.
