Chapter 3 – Love at First Sight: From Stranger to Soulmate

Those three days passed quickly. Saturday morning, Vincent was awake at six and rushed downstairs to his computer. His phone had alerted him five minutes ago that the website was open to him to start searching for his top picks for a wife. He was could choose five, and then the experts would suggest their top choice from there. He could always go with someone else, but this was new to him. He would go with whomever they suggested.

He logged into the website and clicked on the women’s profiles. He wasn’t sure what he expected to see, but pages and pages filled with smiling faces was not it. The day wasn’t long enough for him to look through every single woman. A heart appeared next to several, and when his mouse hovered over it, he saw these were to mark those compatible with the answers he gave on his questionnaire. He sorted the women by the ones only with hearts and by their names, and the results still filled over twenty pages.

“Handy,” he uttered and tapped his fingers on his desk. “All right, coffee and then the hunt for a wife begins.”

Steam rose from the black liquid in his mug, and he sat down at his desk and started on page one. He clicked on each woman he found attractive with a heart by her name and skimmed through their profiles. He chose those he thought he might have a chance with. When he reached the fifteenth page, he had chosen only three and worried this plan wasn’t going to work after all. His excitement had built over the last three days thinking his house might not feel so empty soon, that he would actually have someone who cared for him to come home to at night. After a few hours, though, that excitement waned as he glowered at the screen. On the final page, a face framed by long, blonde hair caught his eye. The woman’s eyes were dark blue and her smile was genuine.

“Lana Jenkins.” He read her name aloud and clicked on her face.

Her profile showcased an excellent resume of graduating from Texas A&M. Since then, she had accepted a job working at a local law office and had several high recommendations from past internships. Aside from that, her likes focused on being outdoors, hiking, and fishing, though she admitted she was terrible at it. He was more intrigued by this woman with each sentence he read about her until he wanted to meet her. Talk to her. He spotted a message icon at the top by her name and decided he would send her a message and introduce himself briefly. If he did that, the experts would see his interest lay mostly with this woman.

Once the message was sent, merely saying who he was and what he was looking for and his belief they could be compatible, he sent the whole list of selections and sat back, drinking his coffee. A woman who enjoyed the outdoors as much as he did would be a perfect match, especially if he took the time to go back to the ranch every weekend as he planned. Something always seemed to come up to stop him, but if he had more motivation to get out there, he could find some semblance of happiness again. Doris never went anymore. She said it reminded her too much of the good times with Liam and she wasn’t ready for that yet. Those memories were all Vincent wanted.

“She’s also the ideal woman for someone running for political office,” he mused as he stared at her picture again. She was gorgeous, educated, and had a great job. He didn’t have to worry about skeletons falling out of her closet.

All that was left to do was wait.

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Natalie’s handmoved her mouse, readjusting her character’s position on the screen. “I said don’t stand in the red circles, you idiots!” she yelled into the mic at her mouth.

“Don’t yell at me, woman,” a man’s voice called back. “Damn it! Why did we think this was a good idea?”

“I never said it was a good idea,” Natalie reminded him and the rest of their group.

Her fingers tapped rapidly on the keys of her keyboard as she watched the health of her raid group fall drastically as the boss they fought in the dungeon wailed on them hard. She cursed when her character took a massive hit and the healers failed. She died and yelled in aggravation.

“All right, guys, let’s wipe it,” she sighed “I’m calling it, too. It’s one in the morning.”

“Whatever you say, bossy lady,” Gary, one of the other gamers in the group, said.

“We’ll try again Monday night. Everyone still good for the time”’ She heard a chorus of yesses before logging out of the game and removing her headset.

“You know,” a voice said behind her, and Natalie jumped with a yelp out of her chair, “you’re pretty amusing to watch while you raid. I think I might start recording you simply for shits and giggles.”

Natalie glared at her identical twin sister Lana as she walked into the room. “I already do. It’s called streaming. You should try it some time. People can watch those wrinkles in your forehead get deeper and deeper as you sink into that horrible, boring job of yours.”

Lana’s hand shot to her forehead as she rushed to see her reflection in the mirror. Natalie hooted with delight behind her. “That is not funny.”

“Actually, it is—so funny that in a week, I’m going to do it again and you’ll still fall for it. You give us blondes a bad name.” She hung her headphones on their stand and logged the stats from her game on the website. “Did you want something or did you just feel the need to burst into my room at one in the morning?”

“You’re not the only night owl in the family.”

“Yes, and this night owl is about to get started grading papers.”

Lana rolled her eyes and flopped onto her sister’s bed. “Now who’s got the wrinkles?”

Natalie’s hand was halfway to her face before she grunted and forced it back down. “Whatever.”

“You’re just jealous.”

“Of what?” she asked incredulously. “Sitting in a stuffy office all day, surrounded by men in suits who have their noses up their asses half the time? Or dealing with businessmen who are too big for their britches? Or even better, the rich bastard politicians you happen to have as clients? Please tell me which part of that makes me jealous of you.”

Lana tapped her finger against her lip like she had since they were little. “Uh, all of it, because I have a real job.”

Natalie spun completely around in her chair, her legs pulled up beneath her, and rested her head in the palm of her hand. “I have a real job. Where do you think my money comes from? It’s not like I go out and work the corner.”

Lana smirked. “I meant a job where I actively socialize with people.”

“I socialize,” Natalie said, stiffening in her chair.

“Online gaming does not count. Do you even know those people in real life?”

Natalie tugged at one of the many earrings running up her right ear and shrugged noncommittedly. “That doesn’t matter.”

“Yeah, it does. You never leave this damn apartment. I’m worried about you.”

At her sister’s sudden serious tone, Natalie glanced up and their blue eyes met. Lana’s were darker than Natalie’s, one of the only ways some people could tell them apart. At least physically. Lana had no piercings or tattoos and was usually dressed in leggings or skirts and dresses. Natalie, on the other hand, was quite at home in jeans and boots, or slacks if she had to dress up. Both of her ears boasted piercings along with a tattoo on the back of her right hand, another on the sole of her left foot, and a large one that covered her entire back. She rolled her shoulders, thinking of the phoenix and its flames stretching from the base of her neck down to her ass. That had cost her a pretty penny, but it was much better to look at than what was underneath it.

“You shouldn’t worry,” Natalie finally said lightly. “I’m fine, I promise. I enjoy my life.”

“That I do not believe. You’re not as happy as you used to be, and you hardly ever hang out with our friends. They’re worried too, by the way, and threatening an intervention.”

Natalie’s lips thinned. “Of course they are. I’m not a drug addict!”

“No, you’re a hermit, and we don’t tolerate hermits. There’s so much to this world and you’re sitting here wasting away. Don’t you want a boyfriend?” Lana pressed.

She glowered at her sister and spun back around in her chair. “I’m good, thanks.”

“Just because you had one bad apple—” Natalie shot her a glare over her shoulder. “Okay, two…maybe three? That doesn’t mean they’re all like that!”

“I know, but I’m happy focusing on my job right now.”

“Being an online professor for a junior college is not a job. It’s a point of no return. Have you even signed up for your PhD program yet?”

Natalie’s fingers hovered over the keys as her eyes narrowed. “I can’t take those courses online.”

“And that’s a problem because?”

“You know exactly why,” she muttered, whipping back around in her chair. “The world has not been as kind to me as it has to you, remember?” She twisted her fingers around each other until she gave in and cracked each and every one, ignoring her sister’s glare. “It was hard enough finishing my Masters.”

“Which you received with high honors. You were even offered internships and you turned them all down because you’re scared.”

Natalie’s mouth fell open indignantly. “I am not scared.”

“Oh, really?” Lana crossed her arms over her chest. “Prove it then. Go back to school. You’re too smart to be sitting in your room all day and you know it! You’re proving everyone right, just so you know. Is that really what you want? Because I’m pretty sure that’s not the Natalie I know.”

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