“Well,” I say. “Let us set you up on a date.” His eyes settle on mine with an intensity that makes my mouth dry. “Pardon me?” “If you want to see how this business truly works, I’m happy to show you. Three dates,” I say, improvising. “I’ll make the arrangements for you. If you still think there’s no merit after you’ve been on all three, and if none of the women are people you’d consider having a second date with… I’ll admit defeat.” “Defeat?” he asks. “Yes. I’ll admit I was wrong, and Opate Match isn’t for everyone.” It’s a gamble, and my heart pounds in my chest with the audacity of what I’m
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