While she worked, she wondered if there was something about her appearance that made people believe she was terminally single. She was, but she'd never thought it was obvious.
Dylan was grateful that Zelda didn't mention her nephew again when she rang the bell up front. As she handed Zelda the bag full of books, the older woman looked at her, her expression gentle.
"You've been very kind and helpful today, Dylan. Thank you."
Something about the woman's demeanor made Dylan's chest tight. "It was really my pleasure."
Zelda smiled and left, but she seemed sad.
Dylan watched her leave and hoped that she would return. Despite her meddling ways, she seemed like a very nice lady and Dylan would like to see her again.
The rest of the morning went by in a blur and soon it was noon.
Dylan's stomach clutched as she clocked out of work. She wanted to deny that she was nervous about the upcoming meeting, but she couldn't lie to herself.
What if, after all this trouble, they told her she wasn't a good fit for this service?
She knew it could happen and rejection sucked, no matter how nicely done.
As Dylan walked out to her car, her phone vibrated. She pulled it out of her bag and glanced at the screen.
I can't wait to see you again.
Frowning, she studied the phone number. It wasn't one she recognized.
She texted back,Wrong number.
The reply was nearly immediate.Isn't this Dylan?
She hesitated. She rarely gave out her phone number.
Who's this?
Dylan waited but there was no reply.
A chill slithered down her spine as she stared at the screen, waiting, but nothing happened.
Finally, Dylan tucked the phone back in her bag. Whoever messaged her was probably working and couldn't reply. Maybe it was a friend of a friend or something like that.
Still, she couldn't shake the shadow of unease.
It didn't matter. They hadn't replied, so there was no need worrying about it.
Not when she had to go answer a bunch of questions about her thoughts on relationships, compatibility, what she thought was important in a significant other, and her goals and plans for the next few years.
Half the time she didn't understand why dating services needed to know all of that, but she supposed it didn't matter. If she could have found her own man without help, she probably would have done so by now.
But, first, she needed to grab some lunch.
One couldn't bare her soul on an empty stomach. And she was definitely going to need some liquid courage in the form of a margarita as well.
ChapterFour
This was Clay's third date in as many weeks and he was not in a great mood.
The first two females he'd been matched with were nice enough. One was a sprite, but her bubbly personality had grated on his nerves. Not that it took much. Most people got on his nerves.
She was also so short that he feared he'd hurt himself if he bent down to try and kiss her. If she ever shut up long enough for him to even attempt it.
