Swipe Left
For
Love
Lynn Stevens
Swipe Left for Love Copyright © 2019 Lynn Stevens
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Copyright 2019 by Lynn Stevens
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used factiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.
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Cover design by Designs with Love
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Swipe Left for Love
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
EPILOGUE
For Dave
CHAPTER ONE
Beads, so many beads. Too much white silk and satin. And sequins. Ugh.
Macie Regan wanted to be anywhere but Morgan Bridal. Even Hawt Yoga next door sounded like more fun. And that wasn’t much of an option. The last time Macie tried a pose, she let out enough gas to evacuate the room. Not a moment she wanted to relive. She swiped across her tablet and hacked into the shop’s Wi-Fi. It took her less than two minutes to figure out the password—weddings. Obviously not designed for security.
She stared at the Blind Friends app with a white background and a B and F in blue. It wouldn’t hurt to check. Yeah, she’d just heard from him this morning, but it was possible he’d already responded to the last message she sent a few hours ago. Every message came in fast, like he couldn’t wait to talk to her. Macie smiled. She couldn’t wait to talk to him either.
“Mace?”
Macie’s head jolted up, and she remembered the real reason she was in sateen hell. Lauren Tamm would be Lauren Coleman in a month. Her best friend since freshman year was getting married. And damned if Macie wasn’t going to do everything she could to make sure Lauren’s wedding went off without a hitch. Even if she thought the whole thing was a terrible idea. When Macie hadn’t reacted with excitement after Lauren told her about the engagement, they had a fight, then a long talk with plenty of wine. Lauren understood Macie’s hesitation about marriage, but she had also pointed out that those feelings were Macie’s and not hers.
“Wow,” Macie said, with just the right amount of envy and awe. She’d practiced before Lauren had picked her up. Macie should’ve known that was unnecessary. “You look amazing.”
“You really think so?” Lauren spun around on the small platform in front of a trio of mirrors. The dress shimmered in a blush so light most people would mistake it for white. The satin clung to her slim body in all the right places. The halter elongated her neck. Lauren was already beautiful, but she was a goddess in the simple dress. The first time Macie met her in their dorm, she thought she’d hate the girl. Lauren was the opposite of her in so many ways. Blonde to Macie’s cinnamon brown. Blue eyed to Macie’s dark chocolate. Model thin to Macie’s curves. Lauren had hugged Macie immediately and had told her new roomie that she was jealous of Macie’s then purple streaked hair. They’d been inseparable ever since. Lauren stepped off the platform and stopped beside Macie, spinning again for the full effect.
“It’s perfect.” And no beads. A ding sounded from her tablet, and Macie’s gaze dropped to see the app had loaded. A red number one appeared over the blue M icon, and her pulse kicked it up a notch. Macie tried to hide her grin and glanced at the salesperson who hovered ten feet away, ready to tackle Lauren. She’d been trying to upsell accessories Lauren didn’t want. Macie smirked and said, “You’re going to give that woman a heart attack if you don’t let her do her job.”
“She’ll get over it.” Lauren leaned over the screen and shook her blonde head. “When did you get unlimited data?”
Macie snorted, and that was enough of an answer.
“You didn’t?” Lauren giggled as she made her way back onto the platform.
“They need to upgrade their security. Besides, you’re the one who taught me how to figure out passwords. It’s not a true hack. You never taught me that.” Macie stared at the Blind Friends app. Lauren created it with her fiancé for their final projects. Hers for programming and his for student counseling. It was only open to people enrolled at Lafayette University who had the password, and most of the campus had signed up. With a population near four thousand, that was a lot of pen-pal possibilities. Macie went to press her finger over the icon and stopped at the sound of Lauren’s voice.
“Talking to your pen-pal?” Lauren straightened herself and smoothed her hands down the dress. “You should just meet him. The app’s probably going to come down after graduation,sales anyway. Tell him you want to hook up before you lose your chance.”
“Hook up? With a complete stranger?” Macie set the tablet on the table beside her.
“It wouldn’t be the first time,” Lauren said, spinning back around to admire her angles in the mirror.
“That happened exactly once, and it won’t happen again,” Macie said, grabbing the tablet and closing the app. She opened the camera and took a few pics.
“Hey,” Lauren snapped. Her eyebrows furrowed, and her nose wrinkled.
“Bring it up again and I’ll show these to Ford.” Macie raised her eyebrows in challenge. In reality, she’d taken the photos to send to Lauren’s mom who was in Atlanta on yet another business trip. “You know that’s bad luck.”
“He’s out golfing with Zac.”
Macie scowled at that name. Zac was a prick.
“You know how he is with his phone. He probably wouldn’t even see the text for three days. More than enough time for me to delete them.” Lauren shook her head and slipped off the too-high heels. “What do you think of the shoes?”
“Hate ‘em.” Macie shrugged when
