Three Blind Dates (Dating by Numbers, #1)

by Meghan Quinn

“Yeah, yeah. I’m sorry.” I wave him off. “Now tell me what he’s doing here.” Raking a beefy and frustrated hand over his face, Kevin slouches in his chair. “Jack Valentine is here for the last segment. He’s the owner of Going in Blind, the one you’ll be interviewing.” Have you ever been sucker punched? I haven’t. I’ve never been punched actually, but for the first time in my life, it actually feels like Kevin plowed his fist through my stomach and took all the air in my lungs along with him. “He’s . . . he’s the owner?” “Yes, and he was going to give me a free membership, but because you so rudely interrupted, I wasn’t able to seal the deal.” I throw my hands in the air. I hate my producer. “Heaven forbid you should pay for anything, Kevin. You frugal bastard!” Storming off, I try to find Dylan. I need my friend. But, instead, I’m ushered to the stage where they mic me up. Thirty seconds until we’re on air, and I feel like going savage on our set, tearing through the couch and table like a beast on a rampage. Can you hear the snarl? See the fangs? That fire in my pupils? Yeah, it’s real. And it’s going to have to come out somehow, someway. Oh shit. This isn’t going to be pretty. Viewers, beware. The dragon lady is back, and someone is about to be burned.