“What the fuck, dude? You signed up on a dating site?” Jackson injects, laughing.
I shake my head. “No. It was for Warren. Eli and Cici told me about some pictureless dating app that Poppy went on. Warren wanted to know what it was, so I found it for him.”
“No pictures? That’s fucked up,” Jackson says.
“No shit, but whatever.” I shrug.
“So, did he sign up?” Eli stays on topic, and I don’t miss the skepticism in his voice that implies he still thinks the information was for me.
I shrug again, feigning ignorance. “I passed on the info. I’m sure I’ll hear about it if he does.”
“Let me know how it goes,” he says with a hint of something that indicates he knows I’m full of shit.
“What about Poppy? Did she find anyone yet?” I was nervous about being called out when he first brought it up, but this couldn’t have worked out better if I’d planned it myself.
“Not sure,” he says, then yells out to Cici. “Hey, babe, how’s Poppy doing on that app she went on?”
Shit. Cici’s already questioning my motives, and this won’t help. I figured Cici would’ve kept Eli up to speed, but I guess they’re too busy parenting these days to talk about trivial things.
“I haven’t heard yet. Why?” she asks accusingly while giving me the stink eye.
“Warren was thinking about signing up, so I thought I’d check if it worked for Poppy or not.”
Hopefully, he doesn’t end up around any of these guys soon, since I’m throwing him under the bus.
My response must work as she shrugs it off before answering. “She’s been busy, and we haven’t talked much. I’ll have to give her a call and see. I wish she lived here, so I could just set her up with someone.”
“Jordan would have been perfect,” Lily adds.
I’m standing right fucking here. Why not set her up with me? Whatever. That fucker wouldn’t get within ten feet of her, anyway. She’s already mine.
I don’t know where this possessiveness is coming from, but I don’t altogether hate it. What bothers me more is that they don’t think ofmeas an option, which is the exact problem someone else seems to have.
“Well, too bad for Jordan she doesn’t live here,” I spit out a little more aggressively than necessary.
“Too bad for Poppy. He’d be a catch,” Mia counters, to the raised brows of Jackson.
Fucking serious?
12
A PERFECT MATCH
Poppy
After returning from my visit last month with Cici, clients suddenly came out of the woodwork. Along with the catching up I had to do, it wasn’t possible to focus on my new endeavor to find a man. But since it’s Thanksgiving weekend, I have no showings or plans for the next couple of days.
It’s nice having a moment to finally breathe, and after stuffing myself with turkey yesterday, I’ll need the whole weekend to recover. With our offices closed and most people on vacation for the holiday, I might as well get started on my manhunt.
Getting comfy in an oversized T-shirt and grabbing a beer, I settle on the couch with a blanket, then open the app for the first time since being approved. I’m seriously nervous. What if Cici’s right and I’m crazy to think this could work without knowing what the guy looks like?
Okay, pull it together, Poppy. You can do this.
At least their height, weight, hair, eye and skin color are listed, and luckily, it’s required to submit a picture to the company forverification. Plus, even if I have a match, that doesn’t mean I have to engage. Although that is the reason I’m doing this.
Chugging some of my beer, I steel my resolve and focus on the first profile. He seems normal with no red flags, but I won’t make any choices until I’ve seen a few more.
I like that you don’t have to choose immediately and can save profiles you want to go back to. That way, you can pick one or two at a time to talk to, while having the rest to refer to when ready for someone else.
