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    Anxious in Atlanta: At the Altar, #12
    Anxious in Atlanta: At the Altar, #12
    Anxious in Atlanta: At the Altar, #12
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    Anxious in Atlanta: At the Altar, #12

    By Kirsten Osbourne

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    Jean Winters is a hard-working twenty-first century stock broker, spending all her time building wealth for others. She's worked sixty hour weeks since graduating from college, and she's realizing that life is passing her by. After attending her college roommate's wedding in Wyoming, she decides that she wants to employ the services of Matchrimony, the same service her roommate used, to find herself a husband. Skipping the whole dating mess and meeting at the altar sounds perfect for a busy professional.
    Dillon Jeffries has always known that he would inherit a great deal of money someday, and he's worked hard to create a business he'd be happy to sink that money into. His enterprise of restoring old homes to their former glory keeps him as busy as he could ever want to be. When he hears the terms of his great-uncle's will, he's flabbergasted. The man had never married, but the terms of his will insist that Dillon marry within three months of his uncle's death to receive his inheritance. Will Dillon be happy married to the woman Dr. Lachele chooses for him? Or will he spend his life wishing for something that would never be there?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherUnlimited Dreams
    Release dateOct 30, 2019
    ISBN9781393103868
    Anxious in Atlanta: At the Altar, #12

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      Anxious in Atlanta - Kirsten Osbourne

      Chapter One

      JEAN WINTERS STOOD silently as she watched her best friend, Erin Krol, marry a total stranger. She admired her for not shaking and actually being able to speak her vows without crumpling onto the floor. 

      Erin had called just a few months before, telling her that she was planning on being matched to a stranger. Jean remembered the conversation well.

      As soon as she’d answered the phone, Erin’s excitement had been almost palpable. Jean, I’m going to do it. I’m getting married!

      Really? I didn’t even know you were dating someone. Who are you marrying? For a moment she’d been hurt that her friend had been dating someone and hadn’t even told her about it.

      That’s the thing. I have no idea. None. A man. That’s all I know! Erin had sounded amused by the whole thing.

      How can you marry a stranger? Jean pushed away from her desk and walked to the water cooler. There was no way she could work and concentrate on this conversation.

      "I was surfing the internet the other day, because I was avoiding grading speeches, and I found this website where you go through all this testing to find the perfect match for you. And get this...they introduce you at the altar."

      That sounds...scary. Are you really going to do it?

      I already went through all my testing, and it’s happening. Just waiting to be told when to show up at the church and marry him.

      Jean paused for a moment, thinking about how nice it would be to just be matched to someone and not have to go through all the rituals of dating. She was shy and had trouble with the entire dating process. But Erin was outgoing and fun. She’d never had problems getting a date. Have you lost your ever-loving mind? That sounds like something I should do, but not you! Why?

      Erin had sighed. I can’t just start dating someone after Randall. When he died, he took a hunk of my heart with him. I can’t imagine ever loving someone else, but I want children...

      Jean leaned against a window, looking out over the skyline of downtown Atlanta. This was the prettiest time of day in Georgia. Sunset always made her happy. What’s the name of the company?

      Are you going to give them a call? I think you should. Dr. Lachele comes highly recommended. My sister knows several couples she matched.

      I might call them. But only if you decide to give me the name of the company...

      Erin laughed. I’m so excited I keep forgetting to answer your question!

      And you still haven’t. Jean and Erin had been roommates all through college and adored each other. Erin wasn’t usually quite this flighty.

      Matchrimony. Don’t you just love that name? It has a great ring to it.

      It does. Jean glanced at the clock on the wall. As a stockbroker, her whole life was based on the clock. After hours trading had just finished, and she had several phone calls to make yet. Twelve hour days were the norm, not the exception for her. And tax season, her busiest time of year, wasn’t for a few months. I have to get back to work.

      Erin sighed. You need to stop working so many hours. I want you to take a six-month sabbatical.

      Jean laughed softly. Like that will ever happen.

      But you’ll fly up for my wedding, right?

      I wouldn’t miss it for the world. After ending the call, she’d wandered back to her desk and sighed. Looking up Matchrimony would have to wait. She hadn’t heard of them, so they must not be a publicly traded company.

      Jean shook her head slightly, realizing only then that she was ignoring her friend’s wedding. She watched as Erin and her new husband, whose name Jean hadn’t caught, kissed for the first time. When Erin turned, she had a huge grin on her face. The newlyweds took off for the back of the church, and Jean smiled at Megan, Erin’s sister who was standing up with her as well. Looks like Erin is pleased.

      Megan nodded. It does. I wonder what has her so excited.

      Jean shrugged. No clue. He’s handsome.

      He is. Megan sighed and rubbed her belly. Maybe we’ll have babies close together.

      Wouldn’t that be great? I hope it works out that way. Maybe I can have one soon after. Dr. Lachele and I are driving to Culpepper to see you tomorrow. We’ve heard so much about Bob’s Burger Barn that we have to drive out and eat there at least once.

      Is she going to do your evaluation in the car?

      She said she could. We’ll be working on it during lunch as well, I’m sure, but we’ll at least get started on the way there.

      What time are you coming? I can have lunch with you. Megan and Jean had been friends for almost as long as Erin and Jean had. The Krol family had accepted her as one of their own.

      Jean had been raised in foster care, bouncing from one home to another. She had no family of her own, so it was good to be accepted for a change. I’d love that. I think we’ll be there around noon. Does that work for you?

      Sounds great. I’ll warn Bob to have some fried cheese curds ready.

      "Fried, what?"

      Trust me. You haven’t lived until you’ve eaten one of Bob’s taco burgers with some fried cheese curds.

      Jean smiled. Sounds like you’re happy you married your burger-maker.

      I couldn’t be happier. Megan started toward the back of the church and the fellowship hall, where a small reception would take place. Mom and Dad are freaking out about Erin’s choice, but I keep reminding them that it’s exactly that—Erin’s choice. She’s a big girl now, and she gets to make her own decisions.

      She should feel blessed to have someone care about her so much. Jean had lived in Atlanta since graduation, so five years, and she had only made a few friends, who were really just work acquaintances. She was alone when she wasn’t working, and while it suited her at times, it didn’t always. She flew back to Wyoming on every vacation she had, because she wanted to spend time with people she cared about.

      Megan hurried off, mumbling something about the baby tap dancing on her bladder, so Jean went on to the fellowship hall alone. Even without Erin or Megan, she knew the Krols, and they wouldn’t let her stand around alone looking lost, which was her specialty at big events. She’d also met Dr. Lachele from Matchrimony, though she wasn’t sure how much good that would do her. Dr. Lachele was...well, odd was the word that sprang to her mind.

      The older woman was short with purple hair and the most beautiful green eyes Jean had ever seen. She was full of life, laughing at her own jokes, and demanding boobie bumps from everyone who saw her. She was definitely an odd bird.

      She stood alone at the edge of the room for a moment, scanning the crowd for someone she knew. Surely Erin had invited other college friends, and she would know them. Erin had very kindly included her awkward roommate in absolutely everything she did during her college years, determined that Jean wouldn’t sit in their

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