Three Blind Dates (Dating by Numbers, #1)

by Meghan Quinn

At this point, I have my heart set on you.

I haven’t heard anything from NY152 and it’s making me slightly apprehensive. Did I scare him away? Does he not believe me?

It’s . . . anything but scary, more reassuring. He’s not cold, he’s not unflappable, he’s actually real and sincere. I’m thinking there aren’t many men like him.

I truly regret what I did, because every time I run into you, I see the beautifully intelligent and dynamic woman I foolishly let slip from my grasp.

Despite his cool, alpha businessman demeanor, he’s insecure when it comes to me. Which only means one thing. He really likes me.

“More like unique, in a good way. Sometimes the strongest bonds are formed during off-the-beaten-track experiences.”

But perhaps because he wants my nights in the future—and I know in my heart that I absolutely want that too—I can be content tonight.

Hmm . . . ten years from now? That’s easy, I want to be a family man. Kids, soccer games on the weekends, Friday night pizza nights, waffles every Sunday morning, and rocket ship rides to bed every night, with the obvious crash landing into the mattress. I want to be able to kiss my kids good night and then hold my girl for the rest of the evening either playing cards or watching a movie.

I’m so focused on what his large hand feels like wrapped around mine. It makes me feel warm, taken care of, and that I don’t want him to let go of it.

“You can’t judge a book by its cover, Noely. Just because it doesn’t have a picture on the front, doesn’t mean it isn’t going to be the most amazing thing you ever experience.”

“How long have you been talking?” “Long enough to know I want to have more than a relationship through messages.”

“He’s kind of captured my mind and soul. I want more from him now.”

I miss her so damn much, just as much as I missed her when I stopped us from going further the first time. Why the hell did I do that? Hmm . . . maybe because I’m a scared asshole with a tendency to run when things get complicated. Just like they are now.

I could never do that without at least taking you out on one more date, without giving myself one more chance at winning over your heart.

She’s so pretty and sweet; I have a slight crush on her. Only a slight one.

He propositioned me recently. Why are men so confusing?

I place my hand on his chest above his heart that seems to be beating at a normal pace, unlike mine that almost feels like it’s going to pop out of my chest.

“But the man I want in my life just walked out that door and if I don’t go after him, I’ll lose my chance at being with him.”

The moment he turns around, I know he’s the one because my heart skips a beat. Your heart is never blind.

It’s him. It’s him. It’s what my heart keeps pounding out, telling me. This is the man I need to be with, the man I’m meant to be with. He’s my very own love story.