The What If Guy - Lauren Blakely Page 0,13

before he says, “One definitely isn’t enough,” with a dollop of innuendo in his tone too.

And the fox-trot is hitting a rhythm. I decide to lean on directness and channel my inner lady boss. “In the interest of full disclosure, I wanted you to know I’m going to vote Made Connections app of the year.”

His grin is nice and easy. It slides across his handsome face, lighting up his soulful brown eyes. “I’ll do you one better. I’m building a shrine to that app.”

I laugh, relieved that he feels the same way about how the night is going. And it’s heading straight to an A-plus review for the app. But I’m hardly thinking about the piece I need to write—because this date isn’t about a test run of an app.

I tried the app to find Logan.

And I’m so damn glad I did.

That’s what I’m going to focus on.

Him.

But more so on how being with him makes me feel. The answer is . . . good.

I feel good about myself.

That’s something I haven’t experienced in a long time with a man—a zip and zing, coupled with respect. I didn’t know I was missing that cocktail, but now that I taste it, I like it. I want the whole drink. “Yes. I think I might build a shrine to the app too,” I say, giving him my best flirty smile.

He draws a deep breath, his expression shifting to serious mode. “But I do have a confession to make.”

Uh-oh. This is where it gets weird. I’ve heard about these moments on dates. Read the horror stories. I hope he’s not about to tell me he chews his own toenails. Or that I remind him of his mom.

Still, I sit straighter, sliding into a professional mode as I brace myself. “Sure. What is it?”

“I was kicking myself for not asking for your number at the store. It was on the tip of my tongue. And I wanted to. I’m sorry. I should have made my move faster.”

I smile, wide and happy. Heat warms my body, makes me feel good. “No apologies ever. I’m just glad you found me, then.”

He gestures from him to me and back again. “This is newish to me. And I kind of had this moment in the store where I wasn’t sure what to do. Like, what’s the protocol? Do I ask for her number? Or is there a process I don’t know about? Like, do I get on Tinder and check geographic proximity? Run a scanner over her to see if I can detect levels of interest?”

“They’d have been high,” I reassure him, reassured myself.

He pats his chest. “Sky-high here. Anyway, I rarely use any of those apps,” he says, adjusting his chair, scooting it a tad closer to the table and me. “My friends made me get online a couple of weeks ago, but I haven’t even opened my profile. So, the Made Connections and other dating apps are pretty new to me.”

He’s not the first guy to claim he’s new to the apps. The skeptic in me says it’s a line a guy uses when he wants a woman to think she’s special so she’ll sleep with him. But in this case, I kind of already want to sleep with him. And also, he seems legit, like he’s not afraid to make fun of himself, which is endearing.

“I’ve used the popular dating apps for the past several months,” I say, figuring I’ll be up-front and honest, because honesty is sexy. “But I only learned of Made Connections after some of my colleagues told me about it shortly after I met you.”

He points from me to him, question marks in his eyes. “Is this where we have the whole what do you do conversation?”

I make a shooing motion, flicking that topic away. “Nah. Let’s talk about more interesting things. But just to get it over with—I run a lifestyle website.” I don’t mention that I’m reviewing the app, because I’d have tried to find him whether or not I was testing the app. As far as I’m concerned, this date is for me.

“And to get it over with,” he echoes with humor, “I’m in media finance and management. Moving on.” Logan acts like he’s also grateful to zip past the expected but boring topic.

I segue back to apps, poking around to see what I can glean about this guy I like. “If you’re not on the apps much, how did you hear about Made Connections?”

“My twin sister told