Going for Four: Counting on Love, Book 4 Read Online Free Page B

Cody looked hot and happy. But Cody often looked hot and happy. In this photo, Olivia could see his humor, his mischief. The fact that they’d both gone to the same memory for their costumes had struck her as remarkable.
    She wasn’t sharing this photo with some girl online who would only see the hot part.
    Olivia clicked past the photo and found another of Cody at an Omaha Royals baseball game. He still looked hot and happy, but she also saw the guy who had overheard two little kids talking about how much they wanted an autograph from the shortstop and who had used his connections with the team’s trainer to get the kids into the locker room after the game for autographs from the whole team.
    She couldn’t put that photo online either.
    There was one of Cody at a friend’s birthday party. That one brought back memories as well.
    There was one of him at Christmas, but he looked too goofy—and lovable—in the Santa hat.
    There was one of him holding a puppy. No way could she put that online. Hot guys with cute baby animals? He’d have a million hits in an hour. She couldn’t watch that happen.
    But as she clicked through all of her photos, she realized she was never going to find one she felt like sharing with strange women who were looking for love. The one of him in his fire uniform was hot and gave her a rush of pride. The one of him in jeans and a T-shirt was hot and gave her a rush of affection for the friend who was so easy to be around, always making her laugh and taking care of her. The one of him in a suit and tie for a friend’s wedding was hot and gave her a rush of desire.
    This was impossible.
    She must have sighed out loud because Cody asked, “Did you find a picture that will work?”
    “No,” she said honestly. “There aren’t any good ones on here,” she said dishonestly.
    “Give me that.” He took the computer and clicked through her picture folder. “This one will work.”
    It looked like a normal photo. He was standing against the wall in Ryan’s apartment, holding a beer and grinning at something the camera didn’t show. She remembered that photo too. It had been shortly after Amanda had fallen for Ryan but was still in denial. They’d gone over for a game night. It had been a crazy night—Isabelle and Shane had fought, Conner and Shane had fought, Emma and Nate had bickered and Olivia, Isabelle and Emma had been in a car accident.
    The most memorable event of the night, however—even including the car accident—had been the dumb party game Emma had come up with. Everyone paired up and put a small rubber ball between them. The first couple to roll the ball from belly button to chin won.
    Olivia and Cody had been a team.
    That was the longest the front of her body had been up against his.
    Irritated that even the memory of that night could make her hot, she said, “I have a better idea.”
    “Okay.”
    “Let’s both sign up for the Love Is Blind program.”
    “Love Is Blind?”
    “It’s this special program through this site. You sign up without any physical description or photo. It’s all about being matched with someone based purely on interests and beliefs. It’s not about appearance at all. The site acts as an intermediary—the computer uses your data to match you up. You put in your favorite restaurants and what days and times you’re available. It’s completely objective. You don’t even exchange messages or anything. The computer matches you, sends you a date, time and place to meet and that’s it. After the date you decide if you want to exchange phone numbers and stuff.”
    “You completely trust a computer to pick someone right for you.”
    She forced a smile. “Your Perfect Pick.”
    She could see his hesitation. She turned on the couch cushion to face him. “Really? You’re surrounded by beautiful, sexy women willing to fall into bed with you all the time. This is about finding something real. Come on, take a shot.”
    “You’re going to do it too?”