The Love Wager (Mr. Wrong Number, #2)

by Lynn Painter

“You make it sound like shopping,” she said, watching as he grabbed her phone, punched in the passcode (030122), and immediately went to work on creating an account. “It’s basically the same thing,” he replied, his eyes on the phone. “Only instead of the perfect handbag, you’re shopping for the one person in the universe who will make you blissfully happy for the rest of your life.” “Well,” Hallie said, irrationally excited underneath her feigned cynicism, “that sounds impossibly simple.”

“I see what you’re saying,” the lady said, “but this is just the way speed dating is usually done. I can take your ideas back to—” Jack raised his hand and said, “The odd woman makes a good point. I’d like to sit. Maybe we should randomly draw numbers to decide who sits and who rotates, just to keep it ‘modern.’ ”

“I enjoy making you feel.” “Sadist.”