Epilogue
EPILOGUE
DAPHNE
F rom the moment Dallas told me about the plan for the costume party, I was all in. And I knew who I wanted to dress as. Daphne Blake from Scooby-Doo. She finds trouble and solves crime without mussing her hair. The purple dress is a little short for my taste. And the reddish-orange wig makes me look ridiculous, but if I’m going to play the part, I need to do it well. Shoot, I considered borrowing a friend’s Great Dane for the evening but decided that was a bit much.
It’s dark, so I’m using my phone’s navigation to make sure I don’t miss a turn or anything. These back roads all look the same to me. But it’s not like I haven’t been to the ranch before. I drive out there often. I don’t know why I’m worried about getting lost. Maybe I’m nervous. But I don’t feel nervous.
Rose hasn’t even been married a full month, but her happiness is up to eleven these days. And I’m thrilled for her. She deserves nothing less. When Dallas mentioned wanting to have a party on the night of the big charity ball that Rose was missing for the first time, it only confirmed what I already knew. He’s perfect for her.
I want to be loved like that, but I have no clue where to find the right person.
You meet the perfect someone when you least expect it . I’ve heard that more times than I can count, but it’s not helpful. I feel like I’m always expecting. Or maybe I’m just hoping, and I need to parse the difference in the meaning of those words. Either way, I haven’t met the perfect guy. And I want to.
And, Cupid, if you take special orders, put me down for a cowboy.
I can almost hear the little cherub laughing at me. Rose marries a cowboy with tons of friends. And they are all married. But I have a long history of no luck in the romance department.
I don’t want to be whistled at by rowdy guys on a sidewalk. I want to be loved.
Tonight will be fun. I’m looking forward to being around Dallas’s friends. I haven’t seen the guys since they moved Rose to her place in Stadtburg. That was a while ago. Rose has told me how nice all the wives are, so meeting them will be great. And I can talk to Dallas’s aunt about the matchmaking thing. Am I brave enough to sign up for a week on a ranch with a stranger? Maybe. I’ll talk to Tandy.
But tonight, my main hope is that I’m not the only single person at the party.
An engine rumbles behind me, and I glance in the rearview mirror as a black car speeds toward my bumper. There is a truck in the other lane, and I don’t know where the black car plans to go.
I fight the instinct to tap the brakes because that will only get me hit faster.
The black car swerves into the other lane and hits my car in the process. As my car starts to spin around, I slam on my brakes and yank the wheel to the right. But that only makes it worse.
My Civic flips, and I’m thrown back into my seat by the air bag.
I don’t want to die without ever having been in love.
When my car finally stops moving, I take a breath, thankful I can still do that.
The car door swings open, and I’m face to face with a panicked stranger. But he has the kindest eyes.
Things are a blur as he gets me out of the car, then carries me toward his truck. I’ve never been carried before, and as it turns out, I like it. A lot.
He’s dressed like Magnum PI, minus the sunglasses. But it’s nighttime, so that’s probably why. Except this guy isn’t built like Magnum. He’s tall and broad, but squishier in the middle.
I don’t know this man, but he feels like home. Would it be weird to ask for his number?
Never before have I wanted to make out with a complete stranger, but I do. I know that would be weird, so I don’t initiate a kiss. For all I know, the guy has a wife and kids, and I’m feeling sparks because my car just rolled over multiple times.
But whatever the case, I’m feeling sparks. Is it too much to hope that he’s feeling them too?
Thank you for reading More Than a Blind Date ! I hope you loved Dallas and Rose’s story. Find out what happens with Daphne and Carson (and Fred!) in More Than a Little Spark.
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