Page 27 of Accidentally Matched

“Yep. There is no way our brothers are willingly going to go on dates,” Zoe nods.

“Trust me, we’ve tried setting them up on blind dates forever. We’ve gone through our entire single friend list, and they won’t even show up just to see if maybe they’re staring at their soulmate right there.”

I turn from Rebecca to hear what Marie now has to say.

“They have no intention of marrying, but what do they know, anyway? Right? They need to have heirs to take over their beloved ranch, Lone River, and they keep saying there’s still time for that. There isn’t.”

“So this is what we were thinking. We’ll have a party. They’re away for the next couple of days, which means we’ll have free rein of the ranch.”

“So a huge party at the ranch so they won’t know it’s a giant blind date. Because all the brides you think might be a potential Mrs. James, or Mrs. Spears, or Mrs. Hamilton will be under one roof, and then you and Sweetpea can inadvertently do your magic together.”

Right.

“Do you think that’s a good idea?” Zoe asks. “Maybe it’s lame? What do you think?”

“I think it’s just a fabulous, fabulous idea. Fantabulous. If you need any help setting up the party, just let me know.” Great, why didn’t I just offer them my left nipple instead?

“Oh, would you really help us with the party?”

“It’ll be my pleasure. It is my pleasure. It’s my job to connect people. This is my work, and I will give 100% to this project.”

“Thank you, a thousand times.”

“It’ll be part of the matchmaking; I can subtly make the theme romance without them suspecting a thing.”

“You are incredible, and this is a marvelous idea. I can’t wait.”

“When do you plan on having the party?” I ask, getting up from my seat opposite them and going to my desk. I think I’m going to pass out.

“Will Tuesday be too soon? Will you be able to find them potential brides by then, do you think?”

“Oh, of course. I’ll work on it all day and night. We’re notLeashed to Lovefor nothing. We make love happen.”

I can make this happen in twenty-four hours. I’m Tierney Vaughn after all.

I stay where I am, not moving a muscle after they leave my office. It takes me a while, but I rouse myself from whatever darkness I’m feeling and get to work. Sweetpea jumps into my lap and stays there the whole day.

I check our database of clients to see who I can match with Colter, Nolan, and Jace. I flip through all two hundred members and narrow it down to nothing. I force myself to go through each profile more thoroughly, making notes. I then decide I need a file for each of them. I collect their images from their Lone River website and get to work.

By the time I leave the office, the party is planned, the caterers booked, the decor to be delivered, and the potential brides all ready and available.

Clem and Haley don’t let me go home alone, and I’m thankful for that.

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