The Matchmaker

by Catherine Walsh

“A headache girl.” I tsk. “You didn’t stand a chance. You should stay away from them in the future.” “You’re not a headache girl then?” “I’m a stomachache girl. Whole different vibe.”

“It’s because I don’t know how I’m going to tear down your favorite place in the world when I can barely stand the thought of you getting caught in the rain.”

Green eyes, I decide. I like men with green eyes and men who look at me like that.

Same

He leans down to peck my cheek and then my nose, before finally my lips. “Anywhere in the world,” he murmurs. “What?” I ask, still a little breathless. He eases back to sit beside me, his thigh pressed against mine as he laces our fingers together. “Anywhere you want to go. If you want me to, I’ll follow.”

“I think you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen,”

rest my cheek against his chest, listening to his heart as I give him my own.

“You think I don’t know my own heart? You think I don’t know when I’ve found a good thing? How can I get bored of this place if it’s where you are? How can I get tired of it when all you need to do is stand there breathing and you have my full attention? Katie, for the first time in my life, I feel like I’ve found a place I can call home. And

“You told me once that Kelly’s was your favorite place in the world. Well, you’re mine. You’re mine and I’ll go where you go. For as long as you want me to, I’ll be right there with you.”

“I’m in love with you, Katie Collins. And I’ll choose you every

“Callum?” “Yeah?” He kisses the crown of my head, and I burrow into his side. “You’re my favorite place too.”