The Billionaire Matchmaker Test (Billionaire Online Dating Service #5) - Elle James Page 0,19
distance between them. “What’s all this about?”
Emma grinned. “Ava told us all about it.”
“You’ve come over to the dark side,” Fiona said.
Leslie frowned. “What do you mean, the dark side?”
Ava grinned. “You finally jumped into BODS with both feet.”
“And all I have to say,” Emma said, “is it’s about damn time.”
“That’s right,” Fiona agreed. “It’s about time you waded out into the dating pool. The rest of us did.”
Leslie snorted. “The three of you weren’t in the dating pool for that long.”
Ava hugged her arms around herself and smiled. “Yeah, we weren’t, were we? But that’s the beauty of BODS. Your system got us out of the dating pool so fast we didn’t have to drown in one loser after another.”
“That’s the beauty of the system you designed.” Fiona draped an arm around Leslie’s shoulder and gave her a quick hug.
As Leslie slid into the booth beside Ava, all three of her friends leaned toward her.
“Now, spill,” Emma said.
Leslie hedged. “Why do you want to hear about my day? Emma, you’re getting married in three days. We should be talking about the wedding.”
Emma shook her head. “The wedding is all under control.” She counted off on her fingers. “The dress is ready. Jane’s making the cake. I hired a wedding planner to do everything else. All I have to do is show up and get dressed.” She looked around the table at her bridesmaids. “You guys are ready, aren’t you?”
“I am,” Fiona said.
Leslie said, “I have my dress hanging up, ready to go.”
“I’m ready as well,” Ava said.
Emma turned to Leslie. “So, spill.”
“That’s right,” Fiona said. “We want to know what BODS came up with for you.”
Ava grinned. “And we want to know what it came up with for Tag.”
Emma’s brow twisted. “What’s this about the two of you going into the room together? I thought this was an individual thing.”
“I think Tag felt sorry for me,” Leslie said. “He agreed to help vet my matches on BODS.”
“Matches?” Emma asked. “What do you mean matches?”
“Yeah, right. I only had one,” Fiona said.
Ava frowned. “Me, too.”
Leslie shrugged. “I left some of the answers vague. Maybe that’s why I got more than one match.”
“How many did you get?” Emma wanted to know.
“Four,” Leslie confessed.
“Four?” Ava exclaimed. “That’s a lot.”
“I guess it’s because we’ve gotten a lot more entries into the system,” Leslie said. “And there are a lot more matches to pull from, now.”
“You mean if I’d waited and entered my info today, I might have had three or four different applicants for a date?” Fiona asked.
Leslie shrugged, “Maybe.”
Ava, Emma and Fiona all looked at each other.
“Well, I’m glad it ended up the way it did,” Ava said. “I couldn’t be happier than I am with Sean. And Mica thinks the world of her new daddy.”
Emma snorted. “And I couldn’t have done better than Coop. He’s amazing.” She sighed dramatically. “He had my brothers won over on the first date.”
“What do you mean he won your brothers over on your first date?” Fiona asked. “Your brothers went on your first date with Coop?”
“Kinda,” Emma said. “I had him come out to the ranch and put him through the cowboy gauntlet. I didn’t know he was a rancher himself. I thought he was an accountant, a desk jockey who didn’t know one end of a horse from the other. Not only did he know the animals, he helped us haul hay. And he was very good at it. He impressed my brothers from day one.” She shook her head. “No, it couldn’t have turned out better. And I’m marrying the man I love so much in three days.” She smiled.
“Back to the important stuff,” Ava said. “Tell us about your potential dates.”
Leslie shrugged. “Well there were three I was able to check out all at once, and one who was a little covert.”
“What do you mean covert?” Emma asked.
“The first three all had clear pictures and information about themselves so I could make informed decisions about whether or not I wanted to date them.”
“And do you?”
Leslie’s lips twisted. “There’s no reason not to.”
“No reason not to?” Emma clucked her tongue. “Were there reasons you should? I mean, did you like what you saw?”
Leslie lifted a shoulder and let it drop. “Pictures never do justice. It’s what’s inside that counts.”
Ava looked at her in horror. “They were all butt-ugly?”
“Not at all,” Leslie said. “But looks aren’t important. It’s what’s inside that counts.”
“That’s what desperate women say,” Fiona said. “Honey, you’re far from desperate.”