Page 17 of Burn Bag

“Don’t worry about him. He’s the one who set up this algorithm online for me.”

“He…what?” she asked in confusion.

“It’s a long story. Basically, he helped me find the woman of my dreams. I have to say, you’re even more beautiful than your picture.”

“Thank you,” she said, a blush staining her cheeks.

“So, tell me about yourself.”

“Um…other than what you found in the profile…I have a crazy roommate. Um…my parents are dead, so they won’t bother us. And…I like horses.”

Simple and to the point. I liked that. “Cool. Uh…well, I work in security and we have our own compound where we all live?—”

“I’m sorry. When you say you work in security, what does that mean?”

“Oh, bodyguard, install security systems, and various other things,” I said, skipping over the more dangerous aspects. I didn’t want to scare her off right away.

“Bodyguard,” she said, her eyebrows shooting up in surprise. “Okay. Um…so, are you gone often?”

“We’re on a rotation. So, once we get back from a job, we have time off. But don’t worry, most jobs last less than a few weeks.”

She nodded, but didn’t seem too thrilled about that part.

“But as I said, we’re a big community, and all the other women there have their own jobs or hobbies. They all hang out and have a good time. It really is a good placeto be.”

She nodded again, looking less certain, but not out of the game yet. “So, it’s a small town?”

“Yeah, it’s pretty small, but it’s charming.”

I hoped that described the place well enough. Honestly, I didn’t know that much about the town. Other than the bar, it wasn’t like I spent a lot of time there. I stuck to my compound and my friends, and that’s the way I liked it.

“So, any questions for me?”

“I’m sure I have a ton, but my mind is drawing a blank right now. What about me?”

“Uh…sure.” I nodded, unable to see past her beauty. That was it for me. All I needed to know. But somehow, I thought she was desperate for me to ask her something. “What’s your favorite thing to bake?”

“Cake,” she said instantly. “I love making cake.”

The smile on her face said it all. “Well, that’s really all I need to know. Interview over!”

“Uh—”

“If it’s alright with you, I’d like to get this moving as quickly as possible. How’s a week from Saturday sound?”

“For what?”

“For the wedding,” I chuckled, hoping she would be as enthusiastic as I was.

“Oh, right! Um…That’s a little over a week away…I think I could do that.”

“Great. And what about your friends?”

“Um…it might be best to tell them afterward.”

“Whatever you want to do,” I grinned, slapping my hands together in excitement. “Now, should we seal the deal with a kiss?”

“Uh…”

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