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Blind Date with a Billionaire Professor

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Evangeline Kelly

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She put him firmly in the friendzone, but he wasn’t giving up that easily.

Abby Summerhill had a type—the unattainable player. When a friend set her up with handsome science professor, Colin Fitzgerald, she couldn’t believe her luck. He was tall, dark, and handsome, and made her stomach flip in the most amazing way. But something happened during the date that made her write him off completely, putting him firmly in the friend zone.

Colin might be handsome, smart, and extremely wealthy, but he couldn’t have a conversation with a beautiful woman to save his life. As a mycologist, he spent more time buried in his research than out socializing, and he wasn’t sure he had it in his DNA to make a woman happy. After his father’s failed marriages, Colin didn’t see the point in trying—until Abby.

What began as a friendship turned into something much more. Colin was faced with a decision: remain in self-protective mode or put himself on the line, loving the way that only Christ could love. Sometimes love hurts, but sometimes, it’s the best thing that ever happens to you.

Ephesians 5:2 And walk in love, as Christ loved us and gave Himself up for us, a fragrant offering and sacrifice to God.

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Chapter 1


Breaking down on the side of the road in my clunker of a car was not how I envisioned this day going. The nineteen seventy-seven yellow Corolla I purchased a while back had served me well for years, but its usefulness was coming to an end.

Please, just last a little longer. I cranked the engine hoping and praying it would start, but all I got was…nothing. Best-case scenario: the battery died. Worse case: I needed a new vehicle. Since I couldn’t afford to buy a car right now, I really, really hoped this wouldn’t set me back.

I typed out a quick text to my good friend, Nick. Car broke down on the side of the road. Can you help me out? Since I’d taken a day off from work to organize and clean his garage, he owed me one. He was one of those dreamy guys women fell for the second they laid eyes on him, and I’d had a little crush on him for… How long had it been? Almost ten years. You didn’t have to tell me how pitiful it was that I still had feelings for him after all this time. It would be smart to move on, and one would think I’d be over him by now, but I couldn’t seem to let go.

Over the years, there were a few great guys who showed interest in me, but I couldn’t get excited about any of them. I had this problem, and I knew for a fact I wasn’t alone in this. All one had to do was Google “why women like players” in order to better understand my “problem.”

Yes, I was drawn to players.

Yes, it was embarrassing but true.

And yes, I wanted to break that cycle, but I wasn’t sure how to make myself like the right kind of guy. Could you really force yourself to like one man over another? So far I hadn’t been able to do that.

I guess I liked the challenge, or maybe the charismatic types had a certain something that pulled me in. Believe me, if I finally got rid of this problematic issue and learned how to become attracted to the nice guys, I might find Mr. Right and settle down.

Sometimes it felt like my chances were weakening since I was thirty-five and still dealing with this. I wasn’t desperate to get married, which is probably why I hadn’t settled for just any guy. Being an independent single woman had its benefits, and I wasn’t opposed to remaining single for the rest of my life if that was what God wanted. That would be perfectly fine with me.

But on the other hand, it would be nice to have a partner, someone to share the highs and the lows with.

If I could just figure out how to stop liking Nick.

Or…I could find a way to make him fall in love with me, and then I wouldn’t have to worry about any of this stuff ever again. Of course, that was ridiculous. You couldn’t make someone love you.

His ears must have been burning because my phone lit up with a text from him. Sorry, Abbs. Got a spur-of-the-moment date with a cute redhead. Call Automobile Club?

Ugh. He always had a date when I needed him. A spark of jealousy rose up, but I stamped it down before it had a chance to fester. The redhead wouldn’t last. None of them ever did. Nick went through women like I went through socks. Strange how my socks disappeared after taking them out of the dryer, just like Nick lost track of who he took out last week.

I blew out a harsh breath and gripped my steering wheel. Why did I keep hoping things would change when it came to him? So frustrating. It was just a car problem, but I wanted him to be there for me like I was there for him.

All right, I could deal with this. It was creepy being alone on the side of the highway, but I had Automobile Club, and they would help me. That was what they were there for after all, and I had paid the monthly fee so it was time to claim the service owed to me. Nick’s response was disappointing, but I could handle this on my own.

I made the call to Automobile Club, and the customer service agent told me it would be about forty-five minutes until a tow truck would arrive. In the meantime, I checked my phone to see if my dad had responded to the text I’d sent the other day. Nothing. Not surprising. He lived in Washington D.C. and was pretty busy most days.

I called my best friend, Tammy. “Hey, you’ll never guess where I am.”

“Since you asked, I’ll wager you’re with Nick…helping him with one of his many projects.”

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