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Speed Date Sweetheart

Speed Date Sweetheart

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Speed Date SweetheartBy Jane Clayton
Published by Three Door PublishingCopyright © 2012 Jane Clayton*****Smashwords Edition, License NotesThis ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or givenaway to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase anadditional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy.Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.Cover art by Mario Alberto Magallanes Trejo*****Table of ContentsChapter 1Chapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 4Chapter 5Chapter 6Chapter 7Chapter 8Chapter 9Chapter 10Chapter 11Chapter 12Chapter 13Chapter 14Chapter 15Chapter 16Chapter 17Chapter 18Chapter 19Chapter 20Chapter 21Chapter 22Chapter 23Chapter 24
 
Chapter 25Chapter 26Chapter 27Chapter 28Chapter 29Chapter 30Chapter 31Chapter 32Chapter 33Chapter 34*****Speed Date SweetheartBy Jane ClaytonChapter 1Trisha paused outside Pete's Place. She'd never thought she'd be speed-dating, but then she'dnever thought she would be starting over at the age of twenty-six in Eugene, Oregon. I'm not startingover, she insisted to herself, I'm down here to go to college. Sure. Who was she kidding? Yes, shewas enrolling in classes at the university, and yes, she did want to go to college, but that was just ameans to an end. The objective was to win Bobby back. At least that was what half of her wanted.The other half wanted nothing to do with men ever again.Bonnie grabbed her elbow, "C'mon, let's go inside, It'll be fun." Bonnie propelled her into the dark club past the long gleaming wooden bar. None of the young men discreetly looking them over wouldhave guessed they were sisters. Trisha was dressed in Seattle yuppie-chic, a green silk blouse thatmatched her almond-shaped green eyes and soft, umber-colored slacks the same shade as thetousled, honey-colored hair curled at her shoulders. The loose clothing only emphasized the curves beneath. Bonnie, on the other hand, with her long dark hair blending down into the dark patterned peasant dress and Birkenstocks looked like a latter-day hippie, so Eugene.They entered the pleasant back dining room where the event was to be held. The walls were adark tongue-in-groove paneling, the carpet scarlet and there were three rows of small booths, eachwith a tiny red-globed candle. Near the door of the dining room was a wooden card table where participants paid their fees and received name tags. They were next to sign in.Trisha shook her head. "I still don't think this is a good idea."Bonnie had already heard it all on the way over. She turned and faced her and spit out in a hardwhisper, "You think Bobby's sitting home, pining away for you?" The hurt in Trisha's eyes made her regret her remark. "Aw Trish, I'm sorry. Just do it for me, okay?"Trisha had never been able to refuse her younger sister anything. They'd grown up close. Their mother had died of cancer when they were young. Bonnie barely remembered her and try as hemight, Dad could not replace her. It was difficult being a motherless child and she had tried tocompensate Bonnie by doing things that would make her happy. Besides, she owed her for lettingher move in at a moment's notice.She smiled, "All right."
 
After they paid and received their name tags, BONNIE #13 and TRISHA #15, they were directedto a bar back in the corner. A crowd of twenty and thirty-somethings surrounded the bar three-deep.Some looked around at the other participants window-shopping, others pretended intenseconversation trying to look engaged and engaging and others gulped down liquid courage as fast asthey could. A man in front of Trisha turned and saw her watching them. Reading her mind he said,"Don't be too hard on them. If they were at ease, they probably wouldn't be here." She looked upinto his laughing gray eyes and the full force of his magnetism hit her.She raised her eyebrows. "Then why are you here?" Why indeed. He was the most magnificentman she had ever seen. His dark hair was cut short and below his compelling gray eyes were a strongnose and square chin. It was his full sensuous lips, however, that made her tingle. She deliberatelyscanned down the rest of him noting his broad shoulders, muscular arms and well-developed chestclad in a blue chambray shirt tucked in at his slim waist into well-worn snug jeans. She looked at hisshoes, Bobby always said you could tell a lot about a person by the shoes they wore; these weresturdy low-cut hiking boots. She looked back up and now he really looked amused.He gestured at the place, "Pete asked me to come, he wanted a good turnout."She looked confused, "Pete? Then it dawned on her, "Oh, the owner.""Yeah, looks like he succeeded. Can I get you a drink?"Someone pushing from behind to get to the bar shoved her closer to him and now she could smellhim, a mixture of clean soap and a heady, earthy woodsy smell. For a moment she couldn't think thenmanaged, "Sure, uhm, maybe a glass of wine."MATT #28, or so his name tag said, turned around and signaled to the bartender, "A chardonnayfor the lady." When MATT #28 turned in the crush of people to press the glass into her hand, hisfingers grazed hers. The effect was electric, a warm pulse raced through her. He, however, lookedsurprised, shuddered and withdrew his fingers quickly. Trisha was dismayed by his reaction. Why didhe pull back as if scalded? Was it revulsion?Just then a crystal bell tinkled and Bonnie pulled her out of the group. "How'd you get that?" shenodded toward the wine."I," she turned to thank MATT #28, but he was nowhere to be seen.Bonnie shushed her, "Never mind, they're starting."A stunning woman in a red dress holding a clipboard rang the crystal bell again. "Eyes up here, please. May I have your attention?""You got mine," called a male voice from the back and a few people laughed.The woman in red batted her long eyelashes once. "Save it for the game," she said then held upher clipboard to signal everyone to hush."Welcome all of you. I'm glad we have such a great turnout. I'm Angela and I'll be your facilitator tonight. She gestured to a friendly-looking stocky young man near her, "And this is Sean, myassistant."The sound of this bell," and she rang it again, "will signal when you, the men that is, need toswitch places and you'll either be thrilled to move on or disappointed, but you need to move quicklyso we can fit in all six dates."Before we begin, I'd like to thank Pete Robinson, the owner of Pete's Place, for allowing us to behere tonight." She gestured toward a short dark-haired man standing in the doorway and they allclapped. He waved, said "Have a great time" and headed back to the front of the restaurant.Angela flashed the group a brilliant smile, "Okay, let's have a show of hands, how many of youhave been to a Speed-dating event before?" She paused and only three people raised their hands."Not many. Well, you're all in for a real treat."First, a little history. Speed-dating was started back East by a rabbi in 1999. It's a custom tointroduce young Jewish singles to each other to encourage marriage within the faith. He inventedSpeed-dating as a way to introduce a lot of people quickly and it has really caught on with busy

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