My cell phone was sitting where I'd left it that morning, on the rough wood kitchen table. It called to me like a beacon.
With a growl, I snatched it up and found the email from Jaxon in my inbox with the login information to Mountain Mates.
You matched.
She's perfect.
I doubt it very much. Just because Jaxon and Briggs thought a woman was perfect for me, it did not mean anything.Especially since they'd probably think any woman who would consider living on the mountainperfect.
My finger hovers over the delete button. It's probably easier to forget they ever signed me up in the first place.
But...
"Fuck it."
Before I can talk myself out of it, I click the email that contains the login instructions and password for the site. At the very least, I'll go in and delete my profile so the guys can't cause any more damage.
It takes me a few minutes to get everything typed in and change the password on the site to keep Jaxon and Briggs out for good. Once I do, the first thing I see is a flashing envelope icon in the top corner that indicates I have a message.
At least that's what I assume it means.
What the hell?
I click on it.
Hi, Jamie. I'm Ella. It's really nice to 'meet' you. I don't really know what I'm doing. But I guess, now we should try to get to know each other a little better. How was your day? Anything interesting?
"Ella," I say her name aloud, enjoying the sound of it on my tongue. Her message is sweet, and a little uncertain. Endearing.
I can't help but wonder if she looks as sweet as she sounds.
I know I'm going to regret it, but I click over to her profile.
And my breath catches in my throat.
Fuck. Me.
Ella
My workload keeps me busy most of the day, but I can't help but glance over at my cell phone and check for messages more than once as the hours tick by.
Okay, a lot more than once.
By the fifth time I check my very quiet phone, I'm starting to consider that Jamie might not be as excited to match with me as I am with him. I flip my phone over and vow to ignore it. At least until I can get this client's website finished.
She has a new rental property in Costa Rica that looks absolutely incredible. My job is to build her a site that showcases the tranquility and beauty of the place and encourages rentals. It's not hard, considering the phenomenal professional photos she sent to me.
I'm just finishing up the final details when my phone vibrates with an incoming message. My heart stops for a moment, and I have to force myself to be calm as I lift my phone.
It's him.
It'shim!
I swallow back a squeal and open the app to read the message.
Jamie:
Hi, Ella. I had a bit of a day off after an exciting day yesterday. I hope you've had a good day. You're very pretty.
