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that.
    It dawned on her that he waited for a response. Blood rushed to her face. She shouldn’t have zoned out like that. After clearing her throat, she asked, “Why?”
    “I was sure we’d get along.”
    Strange. But she had just thought the same thing. She somehow knew tonight would go well. But she wouldn’t tell him in case she sounded desperate or weird or maybe both.
    He didn’t elaborate and instead gave her another sweet smile before browsing the menu. She took the opportunity to study him.
    He had long fingers, neat, trimmed nails, and a gentle curl in his lashes. When he pursed his lips while musing over something he read, she wondered what his kiss felt like.
    She jerked the menu to her face. Idiot . She was thinking like an infatuated teenager. What was wrong with her? She was a professional woman with a bright career ahead of her, not some girl trying to get a new ‘M-R-S’ degree.
    Only when she was sure her face had returned to its normal color did Daria lower the menu. They ordered their dinner and the next hour passed by in a blur. They chatted about food and movies, books and hobbies. His eyes never strayed from her the entire evening and his attention made it easy to ignore the sound of televisions and neighboring noise.
    A dimple appeared with every smile, turning him boyish and shy. He also talked with his hands and she caught several glimpses of thin black bands with a small silver buckle clasped to each wrist. Yet when she planned to ask him about it, he withdrew his hands to his lap.
    Otherwise, the evening passed by as well as could be expected of any blind, first date. Daria couldn’t remember the last time she had enjoyed herself so much.
    “So, why did you join a matchmaking service?” Daria finally asked. “You don’t look like you need one.”
    “The same goes for you.” He laughed at her frown and then his demeanor turned serious. “I could tell you it’s because I’m too busy, that it’s easier to have someone else do the legwork. But the truth is, I’m looking for her .” He dismissed her confusion with a wave of his hand. “The one. My other half. Whatever you want to call it.”
    How charming . This man believed in finding a woman who was his other half. She didn’t think people today still believed in that sort of thing.
    “And you think a matchmaking service will help you?” she asked skeptically. When he shrugged, she added, “Have you found her? Or a potential?”
    His expression took on a faraway cast, and a tender smile crossed his lips. When he turned his dreamy eyes on her, Daria’s heart fluttered. “She’s out there.”
    She swallowed, suddenly warm down to her toes. This guy could seduce women with one glance. If he kept staring at her like that, she’d invite him back to her place, against her better judgment.
    She quickly excused herself to go to the bathroom. “I’ll be right back.” She gave him a bright smile so there’d be no question she was having a good time.
    Compose yourself. Calm down . No need to get too worked up over this guy. The date was going well, but if they always went so well, she would have cancelled this silly service by now, because she’d have already met the perfect guy for her.
    Almost too perfect.
    That was the problem. He seemed too good to be true. Did good-looking, attentive, considerate men even exist in this day and age? More importantly, if they existed, would she be lucky enough to meet one?
    Only when they wanted something.
    That had to be it. He was trying to get into her pants. What other reason could he possibly have to be so nice? She wasn’t beautiful or even pretty. On a good day, she could pass for cute.
    He probably had a perfect body, too, while hers was only passable. In fact, what wasn’t perfect about him? Guys like him didn’t go for girls like her. She needed to keep reminding herself of this or she’d only have disappointment and heartache for company later.
    Daria sighed and stared in the