Page 33 of Champagne & Handcuffs

He smiled, I smiled, and after he sat, he said, “I’d stick it in, but it wouldn’t fit.” I choked on the sip of sweet, salty mixture that I had taken to wet my whistle. He laughed. “Sorry, I should have saved the joke for when you weren’t drinking.”

I chuckled. “Already trying to kill me and we aren’t even married yet?”

“How else am I going to get your millions?”

I laughed again. Not once did I laugh this hard the entire speed dating and it had taken an hour and thirty-five minutes to happen. “I’ll need to know your name so I can put it in my will.”

He smiled again, and this time I got a clear view, no drink in the way. He definitely had nice teeth. “Dan.” He pointed to his name tag. Right. Totally wasn’t looking at anything except his smile. “And you’re Cat.”

“That I am.” I grinned.

“So, Cat, what’s your story?” He took a sip of something clear.Vodka tonic maybe?

I shrugged. “Dentist. Single. Never been married and no kids.” It was the same story I’d been telling the last twenty-four men. “And you?”

“Dentist. Single. Never been married and no kids.”

I cocked my head to the side and nodded slowly. “So we have some things in common.”

“We do.”

And since we had only five minutes, I asked the big question. “Why are you single?”

Dan shrugged. “You know, the usual. Been engaged, didn’t work out.”

“That’s not the usual I know.”

“What do you know then?”

I sighed. “Boy broke my heart, and I don’t trust men now.”

“It’s because you’re young.”

I snorted. “And how young do you think I am?”

His brown eyes twinkled in the low light. “Twenty-one.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Are you only saying that since I’m drinking?”

Dan smiled. “Grew up with two older sisters. I know never to ask a woman her age, and if I get a question like the one you just asked, I know it’s a trick question. Therefore, I say the youngest possible.”

“Well, you have to know I’m at least twenty-five since that’s the youngest I can be a dentist.”

He smiled and pointed his finger at me. “I knew you were smart.”

“Smarter than you,” I pointed out.

“No. If I had said twenty-five, you would have thought I was a jerk. Some women think that twenty-five is almost fifty.”

“Okay, you got me. I would have totally thought you were being a jerk.”

“All right, ladies and gentleman. This is your final minute warning. If it’s a match, exchange those numbers.”

“Is it a match?” Dan asked.

I furrowed my brow. “I don’t know. Promise not to kill me?”

“No.”