Crazy Love (Emerald Lake Billionaires #3)

By: Leeanna Morgan

Emerald Lake Billionaires, Book 3



CHAPTER ONE





Daniel Sullivan stared at his best friend. “I’m not doing it.”

Blake crossed his arms in front of his chest. “I’m not asking you to marry my sister. I want you to be on my trial team. Think of it as market research.”

“Reviewing a dating app is not market research. I don’t have time to visit my own family let alone have a girlfriend.”

“That’s my point. You’re the best person to trial Crazy Love. If the coding works on you, it will work on anyone.”

Daniel didn’t know whether to be flattered or insulted. “Just because my business develops apps, it doesn’t mean I want to spend my time testing yours.”

Blake pushed his cup of coffee out of the way and leaned forward. “What are you more worried about? That it will work or it won’t?”

He looked around the busy café. Bozeman wasn’t the place most people would expect to see two billionaires having coffee. After half a dozen phone calls, Blake had given up using the telephone to convince him to be on his trial team.

Daniel thought he’d given up entirely until a helicopter had landed in his front yard at eight-thirty this morning.

“I don’t want a girlfriend. Whether it works or not isn’t relevant.”

“You could be missing out on meeting the love of your life.”

“The love of my life wouldn’t go online looking for me.”

Blake grinned. “You work with digital simulations, computer algorithms, and programming applications every day. Don’t you think it’s a little shortsighted to discount a woman because she uses technology to find her perfect match?”

“It’s not the same thing.”

“Yes, it is. Your company creates apps that make it easy for people to integrate technology into their lives. What’s so different about what you’re doing and the Crazy Love app?”

Daniel snorted. “My apps save people’s lives. Rating the quality of someone’s drinking water or comparing their heart rate, temperature, and blood pressure against predetermined safe zones is not the same as a dating game.”

Blake’s smile dimmed. “It’s not a dating game. We’re talking about one of the most basic human needs. Everyone wants to love and be loved. My app makes it easier to find someone who will make you happy.”

“I’m happy already.”

“Working eighteen hours a day might have been exciting when we were in our twenties, but it’s not when you’re nearly thirty-five. You’ve bought a home in the middle of nowhere, you don’t date, you don’t even have a cat to come home to. If you’re not worried about yourself, you should be.”

“Emerald Lake isn’t the middle of nowhere. It’s forty minutes from downtown Bozeman and we’re connected to the rest of the world by an international airport. It’s a great place to live.”

“I read the publicity on my way here,” Blake said dryly. “If you thought it was hard finding a girlfriend in New York, it will be worse here.”

“So what’s your excuse?”

“What for?”

“Not having a girlfriend. If New York is the dating capital of the world, why are you sitting here with me talking about your app? You should put yourself on the trial.”

“I developed the program. It would be a conflict of interest if I were one of the participants.”

Daniel sat back in his chair. “It looks to me as though the pot’s calling the kettle black. Unless you’re hiding a superwoman in New York, you haven’t been on a date in months, either. And last time I checked there were no furry paw prints on your Porsche.”

Blake’s eyes turned a frosty shade of gray. “I’m thinking about getting a dog.”

“In New York?”

“There’s no law that says I can’t.”

“You should move out here.”

Blake laughed. “Not likely. I’ll leave cowboyland to you.”

The conversation around them dipped to a whisper.

Daniel looked at the tables either side of them. “I’d keep your voice down if I were you. Those cowboys’ wives and girlfriends have us surrounded. I don’t like your chances of getting out of here alive if you make fun of their men.”

Blake’s gaze shot to the table closest to them. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you.”

The woman sitting at the table scowled. “My gran used to say that the measure of a man is in the words he uses. If you’ll excuse me, I have work that needs doing.”

Her soft Irish accent took the sting out of her words, but not the meaning.

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