You and RedBarnRhett have officially been connected.
My heart stops.
Oh no.
Oh absolutely not.
Rhett freaking Jennings? The town’s insanely hot handyman who also happens to own Red Barn Hardware?
Man bun, broad shoulders, and seductive smile Rhett.
That can’t be possible.
My thumb hovers.
Don’t click it.
Don’t open it.
Just lock your phone and pretend this never happened.
My phone vibrates again.
New message from RedBarnRhett.
I nearly drop my phone.
I’m not ready. I need a script. I need a plan. I need a paper bag to breathe into.
But my thumb betrays me and clicks on the notification to open the chat.
MATCHED: Mistletoe_Reader & RedBarnRhett
RedBarnRhett:So… apparently we matched.
I’m blaming the algorithm.
I snort before I can stop myself. Of course, that’s his opener. Cocky yet oddly attractive.
I type back before I can overthink it.
Mistletoe_Reader:Bold opener. Do you blame the algorithm for everything?
Three dots appear immediately.
RedBarnRhett:This is my first attempt.
Trying to sound smart. How’d I do?
My stomach flips. I tuck a loose piece of hair behind my ear and do a little happy dance even though no one can see me.
Mistletoe_Reader:Somewhere between “smooth” and “didn’t think this through.”
RedBarnRhett:Fair.
Since I’m already committed to this bad first impression…
Hi, Bristol.
