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    12 Blind Dates
    12 Blind Dates
    12 Blind Dates
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    12 Blind Dates

    By Pat Henshaw

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    Following a horrific break up with his fiancé, Luke Bennet spends two years as a social hermit, only going to work and talking with Tina, Gina, and Rita, three friends from high school.

    Refusing to let him wallow any longer, they intervene and talk him into going on twelve blind dates to get him back in social circulation.

    The Trio have not only planned the dating venues but also chosen the perfect guys to lure Luke from his isolation.

    Will he find love through these dates? Or will he run for cover again?
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJMS Books LLC
    Release dateJul 16, 2022
    ISBN9781646567553
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      12 Blind Dates - Pat Henshaw

      Chapter 1

      Luke, trust us on this. You are not making an effort. Gina squeezed my upper arm. I squirmed out of her touch.

      We have planned this intervention to get you out of your condo and give you a chance to meet some eligible men. Rita glared at me like she did everyone. Tough love was Rita’s M.O. I wasn’t surprised she was a ringleader of this little enterprise.

      Before I could answer them, the third of Luke’s Trio spoke. As usual, I had to lean in to hear her. Tina was the tiniest of them and the drabbest. Gina the Giant and Rita the Red-headed Vixen usually overshadowed and overpowered Tina.

      You’re breaking my heart, Luke. You need joy, happiness, and sex. Her voice dipped on the last word. Tina didn’t like to talk about anyone’s sex life, especially mine. After a couple of beats, she added, You need someone who treats you like the king you are.

      Don’t you mean prince, Teeny?

      Her eyes lit. She looked like an imp.

      Dearest Luke, you passed prince age a long time ago. You and Prince Charles.

      A few weeks ago, I had stepped over the threshold of forty. Now, according to the Trio, I was solidly in middle age. They’d had it with my wallowing in heartbreak.

      I’d known all three of them since high school when we were outcasts. I’d seen all of them naked, not at the same time, but individually, as they had seen me. We’d vomited on each other, told each other our hopes and dreams, suffered through all our bad choices, and rejoiced during what seemed to be our triumphs. We knew each other inside and out, had seen and examined each other’s fatal flaws, and were still strong friends.

      We liked each other.

      Looking from one avid face to the next, I knew I was doomed to accept whatever hare-brained scheme they’d concocted.

      What do you want me to do?

      I sighed at their satisfied smiles.

      I could have drawn out my agreement to whatever they planned. But why? When they were determined, they were determined. Through the years, we’d intervened like this for each other. This just happened to be my turn.

      Okay, so here’s the deal. You give us four weekends. And we give you solid possibilities. Gina leaned in but didn’t pull out a chart, graph, or spreadsheet for which I was thankful. We have picked out guys we think might be perfect for you.

      Might be. Tina’s near whisper underscored the salient point. We’re not promising anything.

      Gina and Rita glared at her. When Tina sat back against the bistro chair, Rita moved in.

      We set up a Save Luke from Himself fund and have picked out twelve places to go. Three places per weekend.

      They stared at me. I stared back. I let the silence build. There was more. I was sure of it.

      With specific guys. Tina was whispering, but the idea thundered in my head.

      Twelve fucking blind dates. Three dates a weekend for four weeks. I didn’t think so.

      The first one is on Saturday with Mike. He’s a salesman and is as nice as can be. Rita’s no nonsense was back.

      After a staring match, we nodded to each other. I blinked first.

      Damn.

      I was going out with Mike.

      * * * *

      On the outskirts of the San Francisco Bay Area, our town doesn’t have a major league baseball team, but does have a farm team. The Zephyrs have gone through a number of hands, but it’s essentially the same team my dad took me to see when I was a kid.

      The stadium, however, has changed as much as the town over the years.

      Where the Zephyr home field used to be surrounded by rows of wooden benches

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