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“And you’re not angry?” I ask.

“Why would I be?”

Oh, I don’t know, maybe because we are roasting you on the daily?

Luca takes my hands in his from across the console. “Olivia. I don’t care. I don’t care because at the end of the day…I’ve learned that chemistry and connection and even spontaneity have a place in the dating world. And you’ve learned that one right swipe can change your life.”

“I guess that’s true,” I say as my shoulders soften.

“So let’s move on,” he says. Then he leans in and kisses me. And even though things are still complicated, I let it all fade away. At least for now.

Chapter 33

Luca

“It’slike Rotten Tomatoes for dating,” I hear someone in marketing laugh as I walk by. And honestly, it’s kind of funny.

The office has been buzzing ever since we added the new Rate Your Date feature. And I’m not surprised. It’s a brilliant idea. Something that’s never been done before. It gives us an edge all while providing something that gives people even more faith in finding love through our app.

It’s not often that I smile and nod at my employees while making my way to my office. But today is a good day. Today, they deserve it. Today I am in a good mood. Even though I am a little nervous.

My conversation with Matt felt like cold water in the face at first. But after talking to her, I have more peace. Everything that could be out in the open is out in the open. And you know what? For two people trying to fuck each other over, the laundry isn’t as dirty as you would think. In fact, I think it’s safe to say we are in the clear. The future looks bright. And I don’t hate it.

“You look chipper,” Bernadette from accounting says as she brings me a file I asked for. Even though our numbers areexceptional right now, I’d like to look at it just for the visual. And because I’m not a kid, I prefer it the old-fashioned way…on paper in front of me.

“I feel good,” I admit. I hate words like chipper. But Bernadette gets a hall pass. She’s nearly seventy years old, but I keep her around doing the books, as she puts it, because at the end of the day, she keeps a tight ship and is more transparent than any fresh out of college accountant ever could be. Even if she uses words like chipper.

“You look good,” she says. She’s also the only woman older than me who can get away with subtle flirting without making me cringe. She’s funny. And I am not an easily amused man, if you haven’t figured that out by now. “It wouldn’t have anything to do with that girl you took to Miami with you, would it?”

“How do you know I took a girl to Miami?” I kid. Everyone knows I took a girl to Miami. It’s no secret.

“Because I do the books,” she says. “And while you do usually stay at the Tide and Crown, you rarely get the suite.”

“Do I not?” I ask as I look through the papers. And I know Bernadette is just smiling.

I give it a moment before glancing up at her, a hint of a smirk on my lips. “Well, I guess you caught me red-handed,” I say. “Maybe we should keep it a secret, though. Just between us.”

It makes her laugh.

“This looks great,” I tell her, closing the file. “In fact, I think we might be able to afford a little party.”

“A party?” She whispers.

“Yes. Everyone has been working hard. I think it’s time to celebrate. Let off some steam.”

“So, what are we thinking this time?” she asks. “Oysters and wagyu again?”

“Let’s go a little less formal,” I say. “Maybe a grazing table. Charcuterie. Open bar. Dancing would be a hit.”

“Dancing?” She echoes, and her expression looks as though I just said we should have the party on the International Space Station.

“Sure,” I say casually. “People like to dance.”

“They do. We do. I just didn’t think you–” she starts to say.

“Make it happen, Bernie,” I say with a smile, and she is beside herself.

“Yes, sir,” she says before scampering back to her office.