Dear reader,
If you ever find yourself on a blind date, there are a few golden rules to keep in mind.
So, naturally, I made a list.
Buckle up and get ready for some foolproof blind date wisdom.
Who knew that blind dates could lead to that kind of delivery service?
From blind date to delivery room. Now that’s what I call a meet-cute.
Now, meet Dillan and Lizzie and see for yourself how these two opposites clash.
“Blind Date with the Billionaire Doc” is a steamy, second chance, opposites attract, accidental pregnancy romance… one you can really sink your teeth into. And your fingernails.
Here’s a little sneak peek:
“I hate to have to tell you this,” he says.
“What?”
“I think you have me confused with someone else.”
“I’m sorry. I should have introduced myself,” I reply, realizing my blunder. “I’m Lizzie.”
He nods politely. “Pleasure to meet you, Lizzie. Yet I’m still pretty sure there’s been a mix-up.”
“I’m Mrs. Loughty’s neighbor.” When he doesn’t react to the name, I frown, suddenly feeling self-conscious. I gesture to his pocket square. “Aren’t you Linda’s son? The doctor? You said you were a doctor. We’re supposed to have a blind date…”
“Well, I am a doctor. But I don’t think I am the doctor you’re supposed to meet.”
Just then, the door of the restaurant opens, and I glance over to see a man enter. He’s tall and thin, with downy red hair, and a suit that’s too big for him. Somehow, he thought the lime-green tie would work well with his red hair.
He’s talking loudly on his cell phone, absentmindedly scratching at the reddish beard on his chin.
Shit! There it is, right in his suit pocket: a haphazardly folded red silk pocket square.
Oh, no.
Oh, hell no.
The mysterious man by my side shifts his attention in the direction I’m looking. He must have seen the red square because he chuckles. “I take it that’s your blind date. What are the chances of two doctors wearing an identical pocket square in the same restaurant at the same time?”
“Yeah, I’m betting on slim to none.”
I take a chance to peek in his direction again. Heart sinking, I watch him squint my way, before looking at his phone again. He seems to be checking something over, shifting his gaze between the phone and me.
I should have known that fate wouldn’t be kind to me.
For a brief moment, I entertain the idea of turning to the handsome stranger and suggesting we pretend that we’re dating.
It’s a flawless plan. Just a tad ludicrous.
I observe Dr. Actual-Date’s gaze ping-pong between me and Dr. Wrong-Date, landing back on me.
I turn to the stranger and sink one last time into the depths of his gaze. I want to say something semi-funny like “Ha, wrong target!” or “Unexpected plot twist!” or “That was the shortest blind date of my life,” but I can’t get around to it.
A heart-stopping flash of determination in his eyes is the only warning I get.
He cups the back of my neck and pulls me into a kiss.
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Jolie Day