"Well, thank you. The fact that you may have found the man of my dreams is just mind-blowing."

"No thanks needed. As we discussed, all the expenses will be paid for or have been donated by the various sponsors that have been so gracious to work with us. Just a reminder, we have asked for all receptions to be small with only forty guests. After the wedding, of course, all living expenses are your own. Kimberly will provide you with a guideline sheet of what we expect from each couple, such as moving in together, the mandatory video chats, and your written journals. I do have some legal paperwork I need you to sign. You can either stop by my office or I can send it via courier for you to sign and send back."

"Legal paperwork?"

"Yes, it's essentially stipulating that we are not responsible for any expenses after the wedding, legal fees if you decide to divorce, medical bills if you get pregnant, and we cannot guarantee your marriage will last forever, that sort of thing. You are more than welcome to run it by your own lawyer. We want you to feel one hundred percent confident and safe."

"I'm sure that won't be necessary." As if I can afford a lawyer.

"Also, all participants have been run through vigorous background checks, and to the best of our knowledge and findings, there are no red flags. If any participant ever feels threatened or unsafe, they are to call one of us immediately."

"Okay."

"And lastly, we do ask that the participants do not date others over the next three months while we are preparing for your wedding. The last thing we want is for one of the applicants to end up in a relationship prior to their wedding, leaving their match without a partner."

"Oh my, that would be terrible!"

"Indeed. I know this is a lot to swallow, and I'm sorry I'm talking very fast. I'm calling all the applicants today, so it's been a bit of a crazy day. Everything will be detailed in the paperwork, and Kim will have discussions with you and your partner as we move forward. You can get in touch with her or me anytime if questions arise. She should be reaching out to you by the end of the week."

I swallow hard over the excitement building in me. "That sounds great. Thank you so much, Dr. Hollister. I'm really excited about this."

"We are too. Have a great day, Asia. We'll talk soon."

I disconnect the call in a daze and pick up Pixie, planting a kiss on her furry little head.

"I'm getting married! You're gonna have a daddy!"

In three months.

To a stranger.

Chapter 6

Asia

Three Months Later

"You look beautiful. Like a princess!" Kat holds me at arm's length with tears in her eyes.

"I'm not sure," I say nervously. "All these buttons? Is it too Victorian? Maybe I should have bought the other, simpler dress. Or just made my own." I stare at myself in the full-length mirror in the private room the hotel assigned me to get ready in. The wedding ceremony and reception are both taking place in this hotel, as apparently both my future husband and I opted not to have a church ceremony. Yay for something in common so far.

In less than an hour, I'll be married. I don't know his name. I don't know what he does for a living. I don't know what he looks like or what his age is. I only know that he is supposedly perfect for me.

"No!" Kat yells, interrupting my daydream of the most handsome man I've ever seen waiting for me at the altar. "The dress is beautiful, and he's going to go wild over you when he sees you. That's what we're after."

"I hope so. I feel sick. What if I pass out? Or throw up?"

She waves her hand at me like I'm a bug. "It's all normal wedding jitters! Do you want a Valium? I have some Xanax, too."

Leave it to Kat to be a walking pharmacy. "I think I'll pass, but thanks. It might be best if I stay mostly coherent for this."

Nodding in agreement, she touches up her lipstick and runs her hands through her blond bob in the mirror next to me. "I better get out there," she says to my reflection. "I'm sure they're gonna be knocking on the door soon for you to walk down the aisle."

Walk down the aisle. To a stranger!

Suddenly feeling light-headed, I grab on to her arm for balance. "Kat, I'm not sure I can do this. What am I doing? Why are you letting me do this?"

She puts her arm around me and leads me to a big chair in the corner. "Asia, honey. You can do this. You've spent months with Dr. Hollister, and so has your guy. She's convinced that her team found the perfect matches for the five couples involved."

Fanning myself with a magazine, I ask her a question I've asked her at least a hundred times, hoping I may get a different answer this time. "Didn't you see anything about him at work? You type up all her notes. Surely she must have mentioned something?"

She shakes her head vehemently. "No, everyone was referred to with a number, even you. The whole thing is very confidential; I told you that." She fusses with my hair. "You're going to meet him in less than half an hour, so try to take a few deep breaths. Hyperventilation is not a good first impression."

"Do you think this is wrong? Seriously. Am I crazy?"

A sweet smile passes her lips. "Asia, I think sometimes we have to take crazy chances in life. I love you like a sister. Hell, I love you even more than my sister. If I didn't think this was a good thing for you to do, I'd be dragging your ass out of here. Trust me."

"I'm scared. I've never even lived with a guy before."

"It will all be okay. You're going through it with him. That's the idea. He's probably just as scared and nervous as you are."

Great.

She gently tugs me back to my feet. "I have to go since I'm supposed to be out there as your amazing maid of honor."

"It's not fair that you get to see him first."

"Too bad. Now remember, Rob, Dr. Hollister, and the research team will be sitting on your side at the ceremony. On your left when you come down the aisle."

Terrific. My best friend's boyfriend and the romance team for the experiment will be the only ones sitting on my side. My future husband is going to think I'm a total loser when he sees I have no family and only one friend.

Kat gently hugs me good-bye before disappearing to take her place at the altar in the ceremony room, leaving me alone to eye the window as an escape route. I'm on the first floor of the hotel, so I could easily jump out and run away from this madness and hide. Being single isn't really that bad. I've done it this long; I can do it longer.

There's a soft knock on the door and Kimberly, one of the team assistants who's supposed to keep us all on track, pokes her head in.

"You doing all right in here? I came to check on you." No, go away. I'm going to escape and become an old cat lady. Quickly stepping in, she closes the door behind her and gives me a big, bright smile. She looks gorgeous today with her dark brown hair in loose waves down her shoulders rather than the tight ponytail I've only ever seen her in the few times we've met.

I nod and return the smile, although probably not as bright. "You look beautiful, Kim."

"Hey, I'm supposed to say that to you, silly. And you do. That dress is gorgeous on you."

"Thank you. I feel very overdressed and kinda fake." I smooth down the white satin dress, which feels heavier by the minute.

"All brides feel that way. Wedding gowns feel too tight or too flouncy and always too long. I couldn't wait to get mine off when I got married."

Meeting her eyes, I take a deep breath. "I guess it's my time?"

"It is."

"Did the other couples get married already?" I ask, wondering how it went for them, and if they were happy with their matches.

"They have all married over the past two weeks, and I checked in with each of them earlier today. They are all doing great. You will, too, I promise." She beams at me. "Everyone's ready, so the music will start in about five to ten minutes, cueing you to enter the ceremony room and walk down the aisle. Okay?"

"Got it." My mouth feels dry and cottony.

"You're a very lucky girl." Sighing dreamily, she reaches for the door and exits the room.

I hope her lucky girl comment means that my husband is a great guy. It must, since there's really no other reason for her to make a statement like that with that goofy smile on her face.

Checking myself once more in the mirror, I smile weakly at my appearance.

"Okay, time to go be Mrs. Somebody," I whisper to myself and head out into the hallway to stop a few feet away from the closed door of the ceremony room to wait for the wedding march music to start.

As I stare at the door, my heartbeat quickens and my palms begin to sweat. I grip my bouquet of pink roses tighter.

Run! There's a door right there! There's a big exit sign over it!

Stay. The man of your dreams is waiting just on the other side of this door!

Run, you idiot! This is the dumbest thing you've ever done!

"Nervous?" A deep male voice slams me abruptly out of my crazy headspace.

"Huh? Yes. I am," I clear my throat and turn to see a tall, broad-shouldered guy with a dark ponytail, deep brown eyes, and a five-o'clock shadow. He's got an alluring aura about him I can't quite put my finger on, but I have to force myself to break eye contact.

"That's normal," he says. "It's a big step."

"It is." I turn back to the door.

"You're not thinking of walkin' down that aisle alone, are ya?"

My jaw grinds involuntarily. "Yes, I am." Go away.

"Would you allow me the honor, then?" He extends his arm to me with a smile, and I give him a look like he's gone mad.

"Oh…um…I can't let you do that. I don't even know you."

He winks at me. "Asher Valentine, your future brother-in-law."

Holy shit. His brother. My husband’s brother. "Oh! I'm so sorry. Nice to meet you. I'm Asia. Asia Jenson."