“Actually,” Harmony said slowly. “So was the guy who was in here during your break. Is every guy in your database that good-looking?”
“I guess so.” Morgan lifted ashoulder.
“I’lldoit.”
“What are you talkingabout?”
“Your dating service. Sign me up. If the guy I'm set up with is half as attractive as those two dudes, I think I could be onehappygirl.”
Morgan lifted her brows. “Are you even interested in findingtruelove?”
“Are they?” shecountered.
Morgan didn't answer right away. She didn't want to admit that even she doubted most people who signed up for the Date Maker service were looking to find their soulmate. But isn't that when most people found love? When they weren'tlooking?
If you believed romantic books and movies, you'd think that was the only time a person could even hope to find their other half. Maybe having reluctant participants would work in Morgan's favor. She looked back up atHarmony. “Fine.”
“Awesome. When do we getstarted?”
Morgan looked around the coffee shop. They had one customer in the back of the store. It was an older gentleman with a laptop opened before him. He wore headphones and looked like he was absorbed inhiswork.
Morgan put out her hand. “Give me your phone. We'llstartnow.”
ChapterFour
“I’m so out of here!”Lacey's voice was loud as she grabbed her small duffle bag. "Spring break in Iowa will probably be so lame, but at least I won't have to do my laundry forsevendays."
Morgan laughed at her roommate's words. She watched as Lacey stuffed her small bag with shirt after shirt. There were enough changes of clothes to last Lacey a month in her hometown. Seven days wouldn’t be nearly enough to do it all. Her mother would have her hands full with washing and drying everything, but wasn't that what mothersdidbest?
A small wave of sadness filled Morgan at the thought. Her mom was off traveling with her dad over spring break. They were finally seeing the Grand Canyon and wouldn't return until school started back upagain.
She would have been welcome to go to her house. It was only a four-hour drive from campus, and she would have all the comforts of home. But she would feel even more alone than if she stayed in her dorm. She wasn't the only student to remain on campus for the week. There would be plenty of familiar faces around. Besides, it would give her more opportunities to meet withclients.
“Are you even listening to me?” Lacey cried, a hand on her hip and a sour expression onherface.
“Of course I'm listening,” Morgan lied, her brain still half focused on planning herupcomingweek.
“Then what didIsay?”
Morgan bit her lip. “That you can't wait to see that hot guy whose dad owns the farmnextdoor?”
Lacey laughed. “Good guess. And now that you mention it, he was looking pretty buff at Christmas.” She tapped her finger against her lips as her gaze went idly to the window. She shook her head. “But no, that's not what I was talking about. I was just saying I hope you have a productive week because when I get back to Florida,it'son.”
“Oh, yeah?” Morgan tried to keep her eyes on her friend and not the way her phone kept lighting up, indicating more messages from potentialclients.
“Yes, Morgan, it is. I've been going out alone, and I'm tired of it. Not to mention the times I've stayed in.” She forced a dramatic shudder. “You promised four weeks. Next Monday is the official deadline. So get ready. I'llbeback.”
Morgan threw her pillow at her. “Fine. Then get out of here so I can get down tobusiness.”
Lacey started to sing. “To defeat.” Punch,punch. “The—”
“No,” Morgan interrupted. “No time for sing-alongs.”
“You'renofun.”
“Guilty.” Morgan shrugged her shoulders, her mind going to that week's work. “But when you get back, I should be a completely different person.” She crossed her fingers behind her back, just in case things didn’t work out the way she’dplanned.
“Sounds great. Right, I'm out of here.” She ran over to Morgan and pulled her into a hug. “I’m going to miss you. Did youknowthat?”
