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.”

“Anywhere you want to go. If you want me to, I’ll follow.”

We had zero chemistry and his phone kept going off. He had the volume on, Katie. I haven’t taken my phone off silent in twelve years, and his was just dinging away with every news alert and weather report in the world. You expect me to spend an evening with someone like that? I’m too pretty. I refuse.”

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

“You’re falling in love with me?” “Understatement of the century,” he mutters, rubbing his face like he wants to wake himself up. “Since when?” “I don’t know. Forever?”