Chapter Three
Theo
Day one of Matches Made in Heaven began with me standing in a line with eleven other men just like me. Randy, along with his assistant, stood directly across from us. The man who had talked me into doing something I had never thought I would do led the initial meeting. “So good to see all you gentlemen again. I hope your flights to the island went well.”
“I was not exactly cool with not being able to bring my own private plane and pilot with me,” one of my fellow bachelors complained. “Why is it that you people don’t want anyone we know to know our exact whereabouts?”
Randy merely grinned. “We want this experience to be completely secluded from anyone who is not a part of this experience. That means none of the participants can have anyone with them. Pilots included.
