The Dating Proposal
Lauren Blakely
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Copyright © 2019 by Lauren Blakely
Cover Design by Helen Williams. Photography by Wander Aguiar, First Edition, 2019
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One woman on a dating quest. One man in need of a relationship guru.
One wild proposal neither can resist.
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Watch out world -- I’m ready to date again.
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The seven years I invested in my ex left me with nothing but scorch marks from the way he peeled out and left me at the altar. I’m not looking to put my heart into a relationship any time soon.
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What I am looking for? To have some freaking fun. My best friends can’t wait to set me up with suitable single guys, and soon I’ve got three promising prospects. Then I bump into Chris….
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Clever and funny, with a sexy surfer’s bod and a brilliant nerd brain, he has just the right screwdriver to fix my hard drive. (Yes, the one for my computer.)
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I wouldn’t mind dating him. The trouble is he just proposed to me—to be the new dating guru on his TV show—and I said yes.
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Don't get your honey where you get your money.
I’d make a sign or put that mantra on a tattoo, except I’m not likely to forget it, given that the last time I mixed business with pleasure, it almost tanked my career. Now? I play by the book.
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That hasn’t been a problem until McKenna. She’s engaging and fun, quick with a snapback or a sensitive, sensible reply—perfect for my TV show. Too bad she’s also perfectly kissable.
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But I lock my feelings down. We’ve both worked too hard on our careers to let our connection go further than some sexy banter…and, okay, one impulsive, fantastic kiss—no matter how much our boss, our fans, and our friends propose we make our on-screen chemistry an off-screen romance.
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What happens when you meet the right person at the wrong time?
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Note: Back in the day, I wrote a book called TROPHY HUSBAND, and though it’s no longer available for sale, the characters of Chris and McKenna seemed to demand another chance in the spotlight. THE DATING PROPOSAL is a complete reimagining
of their romance, with 85 percent brand-new material, a fresh plot, and vastly expanded characterizations so you can come to know and love Chris and McKenna like I do. Enjoy!
Author’s Note
Dear Reader,
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Back in the day, I wrote a book called TROPHY HUSBAND, and though it’s no longer available for sale, the characters of Chris and McKenna seemed to demand another chance in the spotlight. THE DATING PROPOSAL is a complete reimagining of their romance, with 85 percent brand-new material, a fresh plot, and vastly expanded characterizations so you can come to know and love Chris and McKenna like I do. Enjoy!
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xoxo
Lauren
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McKenna
Today is my anniversary, and I plan to celebrate in style.
I slide into my favorite skinny jeans, grab my lucky Michael Kors bag, and cinch on a slim rose-gold bracelet my sister gave me.
Boom. I twirl in front of my roommate. “Everything look good?”
Ms. Pac-Man raises her snout from her dog bed, one of many in her collection.
“Can I take that as a fashion hound sign of approval?”
She wags her fluffy yellow flag of a tail.
“Excellent. I thought you’d agree.” I bend and give her a kiss on the nose, and she places a big paw on my leg. “Yes, I love you too.”
And I’m off to a solo Monday breakfast that happens to mark a special occasion.
I head downstairs to the garage, into the car, and onto the street, driving past a local organic grocery store, a hipster cafe, and a cake shop I believe uses alchemical powers in its batter. One evening many months ago when I was feeling particularly blue, I stumbled in and tried to erase my sorrows with a marble chocolate cake that I was sure would cure my broken heart with its magical elixirs. Alas, the owner handed me a napkin, told me there, there, and said my tears had probably ruined the slice, so I should try another tomorrow when she baked a new cake. On the house.
You bet your ass I went there the next day for my free sympathy slice. Admittedly, I felt a bit better. Go, cake.
Today, I’m not crying in my dessert. No chance. No way.
I’m officially done mourning the death of my almost-marriage.
As I drive, I turn the radio up louder. I sing along to the music—Frank Sinatra’s “I’ve Got You Under My Skin”—as I motor up steep hills then down a roller-coaster dip on my way into Hayes Valley. The station shifts to playing the King, another favorite of this retro music–loving girl, and he’s now crooning “Can’t Help Falling in Love.”
My favorite song ever.
The song Todd didn’t want to be our wedding song, since he’d insisted on “Have I Told You Lately”—the perfect tune, since that was how he felt about me, he’d claimed.
And you know what?
I turn it all the way up and sing along like I’m getting paid.
He can’t get me down anymore.
I love this song. It’s mine. It belongs to me and only me now.
A red Honda scoots out of the prime spot right in front of a restaurant coolly named Madcap, next to the diner where I’m going. As I glide my orange MINI Cooper into the space, I mouth a silent thank you to the parking gods. I happen to have excellent parking karma and my ex has the shittiest, which simply reaffirms my belief in, well, karma.
Then again, it would be awfully hard to have good karma if you’re, say, the kind of person who dumps your fiancée via voicemail the day before your wedding.
“Listen, I’ve had a change of heart. I met someone else, and as much as it pains me to do this the day before, well, hey, better than the day after! What do you say we call the whole thing off?” he’d said in his phone message.
One year later, I’m most decidedly not celebrating the anniversary of our loving union, but I am celebrating this fantastic parking spot. And all things considered, especially given how ridiculously hard it is to find one in this city, I’ll take the sliver of space for my auto, thank you very much.
I open the door and snatch my bag from the seat. I consider this purse lucky because the same day I bought it, a new investment group contacted me with an offer. And it can’t hurt to have some luck on my side today. When I reach the sidewalk, I catch a glimpse of a familiar figure, a tall, dark-haired man. I don’t know his name, but I see him occasionally, and I think he works at Madcap. Every now and then he’ll say, “Hey there” or “How’s it going?” He’s friendly and has excellent taste in clothes. His charcoal slacks and navy-blue button-down look like they came from Barneys. He’s chatting on his phone, pacing in front of the restaurant. He looks up, notices me, and shoots me a smile.
It’s kind of sweet and sexy at the same time, and I feel a little flurry of, dare I say, butterflies in my belly.
That’s interesting. Hmm. I haven’t felt those in a long time.
And you know what? I welcome their return. Not with a parade or anything grandiose, but maybe a banner and some glitter, and hey, glitter can be cool.
I give a small smile and head next door to The Best Diner in the City, which I suspect was named for Search Engine Optimization. It also happens to be completely accurate so I come here once a week and have for the last year.
Dining alone doesn’t hurt anymore, thanks to this self-assigned therapy. I’m a big believer in hoisting yourself up by your garter belt, so I ate here alone the first weekend after the breakup, and then did it again and again until the aching stopped. Even though I’d found this place a few years ago and came here occasionally, Todd never went with me to this diner. He said he didn’t care for cheap, hole-in-the-wall eateries. Fine by me. This diner feels like mine. Gloriously all mine.
The hostess guides me to one of the last remaining two-tops. I sit and run a hand along the slightly distressed fabric of my skinny jeans. Designer brand at a bargain-basement sale. Another of life’s little wins.
I order my usual—scrambled eggs and toast, opting for a Diet Coke because it’s a celebration. A minute later, the waitress brings me a can and a glass of ice. I thank her then crack it open, indulging in one of my un-guilty pleasures as I savor the first effervescent burst and the taste of the cold metal on my lips.
One of the great benefits of dining alone, as I’ve learned, is there’s no one to steal the first sip from me.
How about that for another win?
I pour the rest into the glass then reach for my laptop from my bag.
As I flip open the computer to work on my fashion blog, the waitress guides a gorgeous young redhead over to the table next to me. As if on autopilot, I scan her outfit—sparkling white running shoes with a pink swirly stripe, black workout pants, and a color-coordinated snug workout top—she looks rather peppy.
She flashes a warm smile. “Hi.”
“Hey.”
“This placed is jammed today. Weird for a Monday.”
“It’s like this every day. The food is amazing.”
“I’ve heard great things about it. I’m so excited to finally give it a try.”
Maybe I won’t need the laptop. Perhaps this gal and I will chat for the next thirty minutes, seeing as she’s mighty friendly. “You won’t be disappointed. Everything’s good.”
“My husband said he’s been wanting to go to this place for the longest time. He’s just out parking the car. We couldn't find a spot nearby.” She tips her forehead to the door.
I half expected her to say her dad was going to join her because she looks like a teenager. But maybe she was a teenage bride. “Both of you will love it, then. I’m a regular. A devotee, as they say,” I add in a British accent, just for fun.
She laughs. “What do you recommend?”
“Anything. Except hard-boiled eggs, because they’re gross.”
“They’re the most disgusting food ever.”
I lean closer and say in a conspiratorial whisper, “My ex used to love them. I couldn’t even be in the house when he ate hard-boiled eggs.”
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��You want to hear something funny? My husband used to love them too. But I laid down the law. No hard-boiled eggs ever in my home. I cured him of his hard-boiled egg addiction like that.” She snaps her fingers.
I hold up a hand to high-five her. “You deserve major points.”
“Oh, look. There he is.” When I turn to follow her gaze, it’s as if I’ve had a pair of cleats jammed into my belly. This is what it feels like when the batter slides into home and you’re the catcher who’s not wearing a chest protector.
The diner shrinks. The walls close in, gripping me. I can’t breathe. This has to be a mistake. An error.
Todd’s here.
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