Three Blind Dates (Dating by Numbers, #1)

by Meghan Quinn

“If you must know, I’m on my way to a second date, one I know will actually happen because unlike you, this man has no qualms in dating me. So if you...

I take a step toward the direction of the cooking class, waiting for him to grab my elbow one more time, but when he doesn’t, I take a look over my shoulder to see Jack piercing me with a stare I can’t qu...

“Have a good time...

And with that, he walks in the other direction, leaving me in a rather confus...

“Yeah, I will have a g...

I mumble, walking awa...

“You . . . you infuria...

What the hell w...

“It’s IceBiscuit.”

profile picture is a hockey stick, too.”

Adjusting my purse on my shoulder, I continue to make my way to the bar when I come face to shoulder with a broad man.

“Oh, pardon me.”

I catch my balance on my heels, praying I don...

“Excus...

My ears pick up and when I catch who’s standing in front of me, my nerves start to tingle and a little annoying f...

“Noely, lovely to ...

His hands grip my shoulders, steadying me...

Clearing my throat—wishing I looked like the hooker I was last ti...

“Jack, lovely to see you...

His eyes roam up and down my turtleneck, the corner of his lip tilting ever so slightly. That itty-bitty look right there has me itching to go Hulk on my clothes and sexify my...

Shoulders pushed back, he adjusts his tie and gives me one more once-over, his eyes burning a wave of heat through my veins, making my turtleneck choice that much more worse. What is his deal? He wanted nothing to do wi...

Feeling uncomfortable, slightly bothered, and...

“Ya here on a dat...

When did I start talking like that? Yikes. I have no idea. Chalk it up to ...

“Indeed. Isn’t that why we’re...

Arrogance; that’s fun to deal with during s...

“I gues...

Scanning the room, looking for an empty...

“Who i...

I spot a girl to the right, hair in pigtails, a brown scarf wrapped up to her chin, and a rose in hand looking around. To the left, there is a gorgeous blonde wearing the lowest-cut shirt I’ve ever seen, showing off her ample cleavage, looking stunning. Let’s face ...

“Why so inter...

Jack asks, stepping in a lit...

“Uh ....

Scanning his position up and down, I cl...

“Just being fr...

“Friendly? Or J...

Jealous? What? Is he insane? Of course I’m not jealous. I don’t even know what jealousy is. I don’t have a jealous bone ...

Please let it be pigtails. If he goes with the tramp, I know he’ll more than just...

He takes another step forward, crowding my personal space, and making me sweat even more in this damn top. I’m tempted to pull on the collar around my neck but refrain from showing ...

“Don’t flatter yourself, Jack. Just be...

Not saying a word, he keeps his eyes trained on me, his stature sophisticated, alpha in all the best ways. Putting both his hands in his pockets, he rocks ba...

“Have a good night...

And just like that, he pushes past me, leaving me in a wake of his delicious cologne. My nose soaks it up as if it...

Glancing back, because I like to torture myself, I watch as Jack unbuttons his suit jacket and takes a seat across from the blonde, who gently places her hand over Jack’s as if they’ve known each other for ages. Chancing a quick look in my direction, Jack straightens his jacket and take...

Damn...

Flustered, I grip my purse tight to my side and turn away, pointing my body directly toward the bar. Why? Of all the men I could run into tonight, why Jack? Freaking sexy, writer of schmexy messages of the wooing variety . . . Don’t th...

I skip all pleasantries and flop myself o...

“Danny. Whiskey...

“Whis...

He raises an eyebr...