Date Night (Wish Come True Book 1) by R.C. Matthews

grin played on my lips at my
naïveté. “Sorry to burst your bubble. I thought it was going to be a wonderful
adventure, full of excitement, and love and romance. Instead it is one
ridiculous situation after another. Most of the time I wish I could just go
home within thirty minutes of the date starting.”
    “Bring it,” Leah said, settling back
in her seat for the long haul. “I’ve got to hear this; eight losers in a row?
How is that possible? Grannie must be pissed. Sounds like a big fat waste of
money to me.”
    “Yep.” I started counting off my
dates on my fingers. “First there was the guy still totally hung up on his last
girlfriend. Ugh. I felt like Dr. Phil.”
    “That’s just so wrong.” Leah said
with a disgusted look, followed closely by a giggle. “Don’t guys know they’re
not supposed to talk about an ex-girlfriend unless asked?” Still, her curiosity
seemed to get the best of her. “But did he say why she dumped him?”
    I chuckled and then bit my lower lip.
“Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he asked her to marry him
after their third date?”
    “Can you imagine that?” Leah snorted
and arched a brow. “Who in their right mind would consider getting engaged to
someone they’d just met?”
    I stuck my tongue out. “Shut up. Do
you want to hear more or not?”
    “I’m all ears.” She laughed and made
a confession of her own. “I haven’t had a date in over two months. Hearing
about a bad date is better than not having any dates at all. I couldn’t even
score a date on our vacation in my bikini. How depressing is that?”
    I giggled. “That’s pretty depressing.”
    “Right?” Leah shook her head. “Keep
going.”
    “Next was the photographer,” I said,
drumming a finger on my pursed lips. “The guy was actually pretty hot and had a
good sense of humor. But he was sleazy.”
    “What’s sleazy about a hot
photographer?”
    “He wanted me to pose nude for him.”
    “He asked you that on a first date?”
Leah squeaked and threw her hand over her mouth. Her head was shaking back and
forth in denial.
    I rolled my eyes. “Umm…hmm. Made my
skin crawl; but not as much as my third date. He launched immediately into a
story about why we might never have kids if we got married because he had to
have a testicle removed. Can you believe it?”
    Leah’s mouth dropped open in utter
shock and then she burst out laughing. “Who says that shit on a first date?
Seriously. T.M.I.”
    “I have no idea what some of these
guys are thinking. Add to my dates a total name dropper (ugh), and then a guy
that couldn’t keep his eyes from roaming the restaurant for other women. I
mean, come on. I shudder to think about being with that guy for the long
haul.”
    I didn’t even want to repeat the
horrors of Mac ‘N Cheese guy.
    “What a pig,” Leah said and took a
sip of her latte.
    “In hindsight maybe I should’ve taken
Bryan up on his offer to set me and some friends up with a front row table at
the male strip club where he works,” I said, wagging my brows at Leah. “He was
date number six. It would’ve been the most fulfilling evening of this whole
dating scene.”
    Excluding my epic dates with JT, of
course.
    Leah’s brow rose in anticipation and
she grinned. “Still got his number?”
    “Not happening.” I laughed. “But he
did show me his six pack abs out in the parking lot after our date. JT almost
had a heart attack when he found out how much the guy made in tips every
night.”
    “How is JT these days?” Leah asked
with a sly smile playing on her lips. “I wouldn’t mind seeing him up on
a stage in a thong. Or without.”
    “Leah.”
    “What?” She crossed her arms lightly
over her chest. “JT is hot and we both know it. Too bad he’s your brother’s
best friend. It kind of makes him off limits. Huh?”
    I bit my bottom lip and wondered if I
should bare my soul to my best friend. Leah would keep my secret—of that I was
sure. Truth be told, I