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    Matched For Me
    Matched For Me
    Matched For Me
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    Matched For Me

    By Abby Knox

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    Fletcher Chase is the one-man security team behind his adventure-seeking best friend, Lars. When the former Marine Corps scout sniper is forced to take some time off after taking down a prominent bad guy, he finds himself with little to do except run into Lars's little sister, LuLu, at every turn. When she asks for his help with a Valentine's Day event she's planning, he readily agrees. The work she has him doing isn't his usual style -- but he'll do anything if it means spending more time with the woman who sees him as more than just the man hiding in the shadows.

    Successful professional matchmaker LuLu Anderson helps people find true love, one match at a time. But she's never been able to find a match for herself. That could be because deep down, she knows she has always had eyes for one man. Even as a teenager, she loved to torment the quiet, enigmatic man behind the scenes. While home for a much-needed extended vacation, she devises a plan to get him to notice her as more than the spoiled princess she used to be.

    You've been waiting and here it is! If you loved Lars and Wendy from Saved for Me, then this book is for you!

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAuthor Abby Knox, LLC
    Release dateNov 17, 2022
    ISBN9798215880739
    Matched For Me
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    Abby Knox

    Abby Knox writes feel-good, high-heat romance that she herself would want to read. Readers have described her stories as quirky, sexy, adorable, and hilarious. All of that adds up to Abby’s overall goal in life: to be kind and to have fun! Abby’s favorite tropes include: Forced proximity, opposites attract, grumpy/sunshine, age gap, boss/employee, fated mates/insta-love, and more. Abby is heavily influenced by Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Gilmore Girls, and LOST. But don't worry, she won’t ever make you suffer like Luke & Lorelai. If any or all of that connects with you, then you came to the right place.

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      Matched For Me - Abby Knox

      PROLOGUE

      Christmas

      LuLu

      Home.

      I’ve been busy for so long, I had forgotten about that feeling that can wash over me whenever I pass through these gates.

      Peace.

      Or maybe it’s pleasant light-headedness from the altitude.

      As the car crests the hill past the iron security fence, my jaw unclenches.

      I check my phone. I have half a dozen messages from former clients.

      Happy Holidays, my friend. Just wanted you to know Billy proposed! I can’t thank you enough!

      I text Jenna back with well wishes and, I had a feeling you would never need my services again. Cheers!

      I smile as I scroll through other messages.

      But there’s one name I see that sets me on edge all over again.

      Have a good trip. I’ll be thinking of you.

      Chad. I thought I had blocked him.

      A creepy shiver runs down my spine and I click off my phone screen. I don’t feel like responding to that one.

      No more looming sense of dread, for now. It’s the holidays. I can deal with him later.

      I gaze up at the trees dotting the edge of the cliff as we approach the house, and I marvel at how I used to take this view for granted as a kid. Even though it’s cold out, I open the window and breathe in the fresh air.

      I successfully forget all about that unwanted text when the car pulls up to the front door, because…holy shit.

      There is a gigantic holiday wreath adorning the front door. More wreaths hang from every window along the house’s front facade. The family estate, now occupied by my brother Lars, resembles a Victorian Christmas card.

      I don’t reckon this level of festive decorating has been done since Mom and Dad retired and moved out three years ago, handing the property over to the siblings.

      I’m not sure why he’s summoned us all to the house this year, but I have an inkling he has finally found someone to settle down with. As much as he can possibly do that.

      I soon forget all of that wondering because I notice something else.

      Someone else.

      Before the driver can exit and step around to open my door, Fletcher Chase has got it. My god. My breath catches. Every cell in my body that was relaxing a moment ago is now on high alert.

      He’s still here. And he’s still searingly, unbelievably, mysteriously…hot. There’s no other word for it.

      If the fluttering happening in my tummy at the sight of him is any indication, I still haven’t gotten over him. Except the last time I saw him, I was a child who barely registered on his radar.

      I’m not even out of my seat when Fletcher is grabbing my bags from the popped trunk and heading up the stone stairs.

      This is the same tall, dark, enigmatic man who lurked in the shadows at my high school graduation party. Today, his hair is slightly longer and falls just above the tops of his ears in soft waves, dappled with silver. Three years is all it took to transform him into an almost-silver fox, and his salt-and-pepper stubble suits his air of authority and mystery.

      That man can lord his authority over me any time.

      Wait, did I just say that out loud?

      I hope not.

      The schoolgirl crush is not just bubbling to the surface, it’s rocketing.

      Is my mouth actually watering? That’s a first. The view of him gliding silently up toward the door ahead of us… He moves like someone not of this earth. An angel.

      I should call after him, but I wait, taking a moment to watch that stealthy ass.

      Fletcher holds the front door and gives me a wide berth. I know I’ve gained a few pounds since we last laid eyes on each other—all that restaurant food while I travel for work—but not that much. He’s standing there as if me brushing against him would be lethal.

      As soon as I’m through the door, Fletcher darts ahead again, presumably to deliver my bags to my old room. A room to which, I’m sure, he’s already administered fresh towels and bedding without being asked.

      That’s Lars’s right-hand man. Above and beyond. Fletcher Chase.

      The man I used to love to torment around the house by smudging the security camera lenses so I could sneak out undetected at night.

      The guy I used to leave long, involved grocery lists for, just to get his attention.

      The one whom I’d leave snarky sticky notes for in the kitchen, reminding him not to put my glittery coffee mugs in the dishwasher.

      I’m horrified at what a brat I used to be, when my memory flashes on it.

      And here I am again. Insisting on him turning his attention to me.

      You there. Stop. Stop that man, he’s taken my bags!

      Fletcher whirls around looking confused and ready to fight someone. He drops my makeup case.

      Hello, LuLu, he exhales, realizing I’m joking.

      He was already a full-grown adult when we knew each other before, but is it possible he got taller? That’s not possible. He’s…what, 40 years old now? I think?

      Fletcher’s brown eyes zero in on mine. My name in his mouth sounds more gravelly than I remember. I like it.

      As usual, he’s dressed all in black. Stealth mode. His turtleneck hugs a very nice chest and well-defined shoulders.

      I move to grab my bag that he’s dropped, but he’s already got it.

      Did you need something else? Fletcher asks.

      I shake my head and self-consciously lick my lips.

      I just wanted to say Merry Christmas, Fletcher.

      He hesitates before shaking my hand and muttering a Merry Christmas to me as well.

      We shake hands for a beat. His hand feels nice around mine. It makes me feels safe, but yet he oozes danger at the same time. How is it possible to tell all that from a handshake? Some say I’ve got a gift. Sometimes it just feels like I’m overly sensitive to other people’s energies.

      Fletcher has only ever presented me with one type of energy. Mystery. He nods curtly, and then he’s off again.

      Fletcher

      I had never noticed her that way before.

      LuLu had always existed as a seamless part of the background at the Anderson estate.

      If anything, she was a little bit annoying through her teenage years. No more and no less on my radar than my own teen siblings back in the day.

      The last time I saw LuLu Anderson was about three years ago, at her high school graduation party.

      I was there as an invited guest, as Lars’s parents took a shine to me. But I’m such a social fuck up that I spent most of the party securing the perimeter. I sometimes stutter when I nervous.

      God knows why I had been invited. I don’t schmooze. I detest small talk. In fact, I’m not much of a talker at all.

      Apart from that, the Andersons were hosting a lot of political high rollers at that party, and the guest list triggered me into high alert mode.

      Doesn’t take much. I saw a lot of shit back in the day as a Marine scout sniper. I did a lot of shit. As a result, most people make me nervous.

      At that party, I remember LuLu approaching me while I was counting all the parked cars and re-watching all the security camera footage on my phone. She was looking right pissed.

      Have some cake, she had said, holding

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