Page 4 of Biggest Player
“I’ll grab something before I leave but probably won’t sit at the counter and eat, no.”
If Carrie is annoyed, she doesn’t show it. “Is this person you’re meeting for drinks alove interest?”
My eyes narrow. “Don’t you have something better to do other than harass me? Like bake my chicken?”
“Better you than me, that’s all I have to say. I hate dating apps.”
I roll my eyes. “You’re engaged.”
“Thank God.”
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but didn’t you meet Tyler on a dating app?”
“Yes.” Her chin notches up. “And I detested every loathsome minute of it before I met him and swept him off his feet.”
I grin. “If I need any tips, I’ll let you know.”
Carrie nods. “Please do. I can’t imagine what a train wreck it is being so well known.”
My mouth pulls down at the corners. “I am feeling very sorry for myself, actually.”
“I’m sure you are.” She sighs. “Okay. I don’t have all night to stand here; I have to get you fed so I can get Tyler fed.”
I snort. “Oh sure. Rush home to feed your fiancé.”
With a laugh, she walks out of my office to finish the task of making my dinner so she can clean up—the back end of a woman leaving me is a familiar sight. I don’t have the best track record.
But I’m doing my best, which honestly is not all that remarkable, considering I haven’t had a single successful date. At the moment, I have the time to put into this, so what the hell am I doing wrong?
Landon says if I show my face and add my career—which happens to be as the best quarterback in the league—it will attract the wrong sort of person.
The thing is, I don’t know who the person is that I’m trying to attract yet! My plan: trial by error.
When you know,you know!
Bowing my head, I get back to swiping, a gob of pizza sauce smeared on my knuckles.
I lick it off, sadly noting I’ve eaten all the slices on my plate, before grinning down at a woman’s pleasant photo. She’s smiling at the camera, arms around a golden retriever; the caption above readsmy only nephew.
Huh.
Cute.
Margot is active and 5 miles away! Swipe on her now!the app tells me.
For once, I take direction, swiping right without reading one word in her profile.
Hearts bubble up and flutter across my screen. Kissmet makes me feel as if I’ve made a wise choice with Margot, and my stomach drops when the wordsYou’re a match!are announced on my tiny phone screen.
More praise!
This is fun.
Chapter 2
Margot
Having to date online gives me hives.
