Dominick snorted to himself and shook his head. If this person was asking for another chance, it was another mix-up. Morgan was literally the worst business-owner he’d ever encountered. The mistakes just kept coming. This poor sucker must have thought he wassomeoneelse.
Out of curiously, he continued to read through the texts. Each one was short, and so while seventeen messages had seemed crazy at first, the more he read, the more he realized it was more like two messages broken into a million sentencefragments.
Once he was done reading through them all, his fingers danced across the screen to type aresponse.
Dominick: I’m sorry, you have the wrong number. Might want to double-check withMorgan.
Immediately a bubble popped up on the screen indicating the mystery person wastyping.
This is Dominick,right?
Dominick:Yes.
This isHarmony.
He stared at the screen in shock. If she’d messaged him yesterday, there would have been no confusion. And yet, the unknown number was the least of his bewilderment. Harmony should be texting Pax, her perfect match, not the guy who ran outonher.
His phone buzzed. Harmony had sent himanothertext.
Harmony: Are youthere?
Dominick:Yeah.
Harmony: Can you meet? Maybe forcoffee?
He looked at the empty coffee cup and once again at the time. He’d already be missing out on so much sleep because of the coffee currently working its way out of his tired brain. The idea of meeting with Harmony again freaked him out. Not only that, how well would he be prepared for a conversation when he was running onempty.
He typed hisreply.
Dominick:Tomorrow?
Harmony’s answer camerightaway.
Harmony: It’sadate.
“Wouldyou use the Date Maker serviceagain?”
“Absolutelynot.”
9
Harmony should have pickedanother place. Any other place. Why in the world did she think having this awkward—and vulnerable—conversation at her place of business was agoodidea?
Was it the fact that she felt like she had the home teamadvantage?
When Harmony had asked for Dominick’s number, Morgan had been so caught off-guard, she hadn’t spoken for a full minute. She’d told Harmony she was crazy. But Harmony already knew the whole thing was crazy. He was so completely not her usual type. There was no other explanation for it, other than she’d really enjoyed her time with Dominick. That is, after she had a chance to process everything that hadhappened.
Pax was her usual type. He was everything she thought he would be, and she’d feltnothing.
But Dominick, the shy guy who’d beaten her at a stupid painting contest and talked so fiercely about wanting to provide for his future family? She hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him. So she’d texted him before giving it too muchthought.
And then texted himagain.
Andagain.
She’d texted him until she looked like a crazy stalker. At one point she’d even texted that she wasn’t a crazystalker.
She took a deep breath and a sip of her latte, thankful that Morgan wasn’t behind the counter today. Harmony could just imagine all the sly looks she’d be sending her wayrightnow.
