“I’m not good enough for any of the good ones.” Lacey’s mumbling interrupted Morgan's train ofthought.
She was wrong though. Sure, it would take a specific type of guy to love Lacey—not because she wasn't good enough, or undeserving of the devotion ofanother.
No, it was because she was so unlike anyone she'd ever known before. Which was just another reason why Morgan made it her secret mission to hook Lacey up with one of thegoodguys.
ChapterThree
“So why doyou think you'd be a good candidate for the DateMaker?”
Morgan had managed to add several guys to her client list over the past few days and was thankful for it. There were the typical nerdy types she'd expected to show interest. But surprisingly, that wasn't the case across the board. There were quite a few catches: cute guys with great personalities and interests beyond the latest Xbox gamerelease.
Not that she had time for a romance ofherown.
Not that she'd even know whattodo.
Morgan might be great at helping others find their match, but she had never been in a relationship of her own. The closest thing she'd ever had to a date was taking her homeschooled neighbor to her Senior Prom. And she had done that more as a favor than because she was interested in him. He'd wanted to experience a school dance, and Morgan had been happy to oblige. Of course, she'd found his perfect match in one of her friends who went stag. The two of them were still dating three years later, and Morgan expected an engagement announcementanyday.
She was truly happy for them and didn't feel like she was missing out. There would be plenty of time to find her on soulmate when she'd graduated college. With so much on her plate, she was content helping others for now.Really.
She tried to ignore the strange pull in her stomach as she sat across from a guy who threatened to distract her from her goals. His name was Conrad, and he'd agreed to meet at the coffee shop where she worked since their schedules didn't line up otherwise. His deep-tanned skin and dark hair that fell in his eyes gave off a rebellious vibe that made Morgan want to throw caution to the wind and try one of these date things forherself.
And his eyes. Morgan could get lost in those hazel eyes, if only they weren't looking at her with a mix of confusion and annoyance. A small line formed between Conrad's brows as he continued to stare at Morgan as if she'd just sproutedanotherhead.
“What?” she asked sitting up, realizing she'd been inching slowly over the table toward the hottie acrossfromher.
His eyes darted back and forth from her to the door. “Um… I was just waiting for the next question, and was afraid you were sleeping with your eyes open orsomething.”
“I asked a question already,” she reminded him. “Why do you think you're a goodcandidate?”
Conrad nodded his head slowly. “Right. And I said I was mostly interested in the gift card, but a date might not be so bad.” He ran a hand through his hair, avoiding eye contact with Morgan. “This was abadidea.”
He started to get up, but Morgan grabbed his wrist. “Please don't go.” His eyes flicked to her hand on his, and she tried to ignore the electric current that had shot through her when she’d touched him. Morgan slowly lifted her hand off his wrist and was relieved when he didn't go running for thehills.
“I’m sorry,” she started. “I think I might be walking around like I'm half-asleep. It's just school, and work, and this dating service. I'm finding it hard to juggle it all,youknow?”
She looked up to Conrad, who clearly didn't know what the heck she was talking about. Sure, he was nodding his head, his dark hair softly moving with each bob of his head, but when she looked at his eyes, they looked unfocused. He looked like he'd rather be anywhere but sitting withMorgan.
She cleared her throat and tried again. “So, you're only interested in the coffee? Or do you think you'd like tofindlove?”
A corner of Conrad's mouth lifted. “I don't know about love. Just agoodtime.”
Morgan sighed. If he was looking for a late-night booty call, he could stick with dating apps and college parties. She didn't need a guy like him in her catalog of potential dates. He would be a heartbreaker through andthrough.
“You know what? I think I have all the informationIneed.”
The line between his brows reappeared. “But it's only been like five minutes. My roommate said it was a pretty longinterview.”
“For some it is.” Morgan inclined her head and folded her hands together on the tabletop between them. “Sometimes, Ijustknow.”
“Sweet.” Conrad broke out into a full-fledged grin. The smile transformed his entire face, and Morgan was frustrated to find herself even more attracted to him. Why were the cute ones always soshallow?
“Erm…” Great, his looks had officially rendered her speechless. “I gotta get back to work. Thanks foryourtime.”
Conrad wrapped his hand around the back of his neck. “So, when do you announce thewinner?”
Of course, that was his parting question. What was shethinking?
“Next week,” Morgan answered, getting up from her seat and pushing the chair back in. “I’ll post itonline.”
