I walk through her open door, and Raegan and her friends are huddled around the computer. I catch a glimpse of a Match.com profile before Raegan minimizes the page.

My gut twists at the thought of Raegan going on a date with some dude off the internet. Any dude, for that matter. But I have to play it cool. I fix my disgruntled expression and smile. “Morning, ladies. I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving with their families.”

“We did, thanks,” Becca says.

“How was your Thanksgiving?” Raegan asks.

Her soft hair frames her face, and a cream-colored sweater dress wraps around her curves. God, she is beautiful. My eyes flick down to her black knee-high boots and snap back up to her face where it’s safe.

I pat my stomach. “It was great. My mom made enough to feed an army.”

“That’s what moms do best.”

I nod. “Well, I don’t mean to interrupt but I wanted to check in with you in regard to the fundraiser. Maybe you could meet with me after school?”

“Uh, sure. I have tutoring until four-thirty.”

“Come to my office after the students leave.” I wave to the girls. “Have a good day, ladies.”

I march back to my office like a man on a mission. I’m putting a new plan into place. If Raegan’s looking for a match, I’m going to give her one.

I can’t let Raegan go on a date.

Not unless it’s with me.

It’s crazy how all your favorite books and movies go right out the window the second you’re asked about them.

Match.com is asking me these ridiculous questions, as if people tell the truth on dating sites. There’s no chance Johnny from Brooklyn climbs Mt. Everest in his spare time.

Am I creating a dating profile? Yes.

Am I doing it to go on a date with Raegan? Also yes.

Do I think this plan is actually going to work? Absolutely.

I take the questions seriously and within the hour, I’ve successfully created my profile. The last step is to upload a picture.

Notice how I didn’t say my picture. Yeah, this is the part you’re not going to like. I’m going to upload my brother’s picture instead. We look a lot alike, save for small differences. His nose is bigger. I’m taller. But if Raegan’s attracted to me, then there should be no reason why she wouldn’t be attracted to Josh.

We’ll chat through messages. Then we’ll exchange numbers and text. And when it’s time to meet on our first date? I’ll show up instead of Josh, and Raegan will see how right we are for each other.

Or she’ll throw her drink at me and we’ll be back to square one.

When I know Raegan’s on lunch later in the day, I message her on Match.