Melinda Curtis - Make Me A Match - Baby, Baby / The Matchmaker Wore Skates / Suddenly Sophie

“She wants all of us to shave.” Eyes wide, Ty curled his fingers in his facial hair. “And it’s not even March.”

Nora wanted it?

The urge to say, “Take me to your razor” was almost overwhelming. Instead, Coop said, “All of us?” in a tremulous voice.

“Yes, all.” Nora shrugged off his arm. “The women shaved. And ironed their clothes. And put on lipstick. What did you and your guys do?”

“We gassed up the vehicles,” Coop said matter-of-factly, despite a very small voice in his head counseling him to shut up and shave.

“And?” Nora waited to hear more. When there was no more, she shot them a look of blue-eyed disgust. “My point exactly.” She picked up Zoe and met Coop’s gaze squarely. “Where’s the nearest barbershop? Maybe I can get one of the braver men here to shave, because if there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s half measures.”

Translation: Coop had earned the same loser stamp as Nora’s dad. How many points had that cost him?

“You mean, you want us to shave now?” Ty looked as though he might faint. His beard covered the worst of his scar. “That’s not how we do things here.”

“Look around.” Nora gestured to the bar crowd. “The guys are sitting together by the windows and the women are sitting together along the wall. It’s a social. Shouldn’t they be socializing?”

Three men took in the situation. Three men remained silent. Three men who claimed they’d do anything to win the bet were balking over facial hair. And in Coop’s case, it wasn’t even good facial hair.

Mike stood, heading toward the door. Had he heard his beard—the longest in town—was at risk?

“Kiss your matchmaking hobby goodbye.” Nora huffed. “It was all a stupid game to you anyway, but it was serious to your friends. I guess that proves what kind of friends you really are.”

“We already knew about Coop,” Ty muttered.

Gideon didn’t speak or move.

But Nora did. She walked away, carrying Zoe in the bassinet. It felt as if she was leaving for good.

The bet was demolishing Coop’s friendships and destroying his chance at being a father. If Coop didn’t do something, his friends would never speak to him again. And Nora? She’d walk away tomorrow, taking Zoe with her. Forever.

“We’re not losing anything.” Coop found his determination, his pride. “Get your parka, Nora. This was your idea.” He raised his voice. “This social isn’t over. Guys, get your coats. Every man is coming with me. Ladies, you stay here until we return.” Coop was on a mission. “Mike, I need you to open the barbershop.”

“Mike is the town barber?” Nora was flabbergasted. “You’re in more trouble than I thought.”

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