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“I’m good. I just feel so bad for you. If you were using the app when this photo was up, that means you logged on when we were still in the beta testing version. I had several people test it out for me, making sure they told me everything that worked and what didn’t work about the layout. Do you remember how you learned about the app?”

I try to think back and shake my head. “I can’t remember.”

“No wonder you had such a rough time.” She clicks the mouse again and pulls up a new picture. “This is what it should look like in your app today.”

The screen is vastly different, showing pictures of actual people and then their match percentage, along with the qualities that match the most.

Glancing up, I try to put into words all that is going on throughout my mind. “So, I’m not the worst loser in the world?”

Meg laughs and her expression turns into a warm smile. “No, I don’t think you’re a loser at all. Let me show you. What is the name of one of the guys you went on a date with?”

“Johnny Sandoval.”

She clicks a few more keys and says, “You two are a twenty-six percent match.”

“Yep, that sounds about right.”

“Anyone else you want to check?”

“Donovan Gunderson.”

There’s another pause as she goes to work entering in the information. Pressing the enter key, we both glance up at the screen.

“Thirty-eight percent.”

“Will you click on the areas where we did match?” I ask. Johnny wasn’t a long-term relationship but Donovan is someone I had spent three days planning to be his future wife.

The screen pops up and it’s basically the only two things we both loved. The outdoorsy adventures and the same favorite foods. After turning this info around in my brain, I nod.

“Thank you, Meg. This means a lot.”

She pats my hand again and nods. “Well, you’re one tough cookie if you had to endure the unpolished version of a matchmaking app. Thank you for giving me the chance to make it right.”

I grin at her, feeling a lift that I hadn’t felt since Donovan left.

As I leave the Love, Austen office, I pull out my phone and try to come up with a clever way to tell Trey I’m in.

Maybe I’m not completely cursed when it comes to love. I just had bad luck there for a while.

17

TREY

Ican’t get Kenzie out of my head. I’ve thought about sending her a text or two, but I don’t want her to think I’m some weirdo who keeps pestering her about doing the matchmaking thing.

The phone rings as I drive back from the Breeze arena, and my mother’s name appears on the screen. “Hey, Mom,” I say, turning down the road to my home.

“I’ve got dinner going and I’ve cooked too much, Trey. Will you come over?”

This doesn’t sound suspicious at all. “Mom, if you’re inviting someone over to meet me, I’m going to pass.”

“I’m serious, Trey. Just come for dinner. It’s just your father, sisters and me.”

Anything my mom cooks is better than the protein drinks and carrots in my fridge. Then I don’t have to eat out either.

“Okay, I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

Dinner is delicious and as promised, it’s just the family. We're in the kitchen doing the dishes, and even though I don't live at home, we still have a rotation for the cleanup. My mother is next to me wiping dry the bigger pots and pans.