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The Matchmaker's Playbook (Wingmen Inc. #1)(14)
Author: Rachel Van Dyken

Frowning, I glanced at the calendar app on my phone. Lex had written in “noon.” It was five after. I could be eating Thai with Gabi instead of sitting in the chilly wet weather waiting for some chick to grow a pair and approach me.

Granted, they never knew it was me behind the business until they saw who was sitting on the bench. That was part of the beauty of the cards.

Lex and I decided to keep things simple. If the girls never knew our identities until after we took them on as a client, then we didn’t have to worry about the aftermath if we rejected them.

And we rejected plenty of applications, but that was all before the meeting ever took place.

Irritated, I swiped my thumb across my phone to call Lex and tell him to drop the client, when someone stumbled into the spot next to me.

Curious, I glanced up.

“Blake?” I almost laughed out loud. No way in hell.

Face pale, she glanced away and mumbled, “You really are everywhere.”

“Like God, only less powerful.”

“Surprised you can say his name without getting struck by lightning.”

“Well, don’t sit too close, just in case.”

With an exaggerated eye roll, she scooted to the farthest part of the bench, crossed her arms, and tapped her foot.

“Waiting for someone?” Oh, this was too good.

Blake pretended not to hear me. Her hair was still pulled back into a tight bun, her baggy Nike shirt had paint on it, and her pink Nike shorts would be cute if they were actually the right size. Had she been overweight once and then just never went shopping for new clothes?

“Look.” Blake uncrossed her arms and turned toward me. “I’ll pay you to leave right now.”

“In what?”

“Huh?” She started chewing on her thumbnail. That nervous habit would have to go. I should probably start compiling a list.

I leaned closer. “What will you pay me in?”

“Rupees.” She glared. “Cash, you idiot.”

“No can do.” I scooted over so that our thighs were touching and pretended to be staring at my phone. Curiosity always won. I just had to wait it out.

“Fine, how do I get rid of you?”

Bingo! “Easy.” I was still staring at the locked screen on my phone that had a Superman emblem with a W in the middle. “You pay me in whatever currency I designate.”

“You have your own money or something?”

“Or something.” I pulled off my sunglasses and shoved them in the front pocket of my leather jacket. “Either you pay me with ten minutes of your time, or you pay me with a kiss. Since it appears you’d rather eat shit than spend another second with me, I’d go for the kiss. It’ll be over quicker and will most likely increase your popularity. You may even get lucky and find your picture on my Twitter feed.”

“No.” She burst out laughing. “Not happening.”

“Fine.” I put my sunglasses back on.

“Look.” Her voice became desperate. “I’m kind of meeting someone, and it’s important, and I don’t want you here. In fact, I was specifically told that if I didn’t come by myself, the contract would be . . .” She glanced down at her hands. “Just . . . go. Now.”

“One kiss,” I whispered under my breath. “Am I that ugly? That you can’t even kiss me?”

Gritting her teeth, she muttered a curse, then grabbed my face and planted one of the quickest kisses of my lifetime—on my cheek.

On. My. Cheek.

“What was that?” I touched the spot where she kissed. “Seriously? What the hell?”

“A kiss!” She threw her hands into the air. “Now go!”

With a laugh, I swiped the screen on my phone and opened up the file with her information. I always waited until after the first meeting to learn the client’s name and read their file, since I felt it would be unfair of me to judge someone based on reputation alone. Lex knew the names, but I never did until they sat on the bench.

It was part of my process.

She was from Idaho, which I already knew, but she didn’t move with a parent. Good ol’ dad was still back in Riggins. Points for the single-parent guess, though. Nope, she’d moved a few states over . . . for a guy. “Interesting.”

“What?” She chewed harder on her thumb. “Never mind. I’m leaving. This was a stupid idea.”

I let her walk three steps before speaking. “You think David would approve of that attitude? Says here he values optimism above all things.” I paused for half a beat as though considering. “Shit, what’s he studying? Spiritualism?”

Blake froze. Then she turned slowly, her face white as a sheet. “How do you know that?”

“I hacked your e-mails.”

Ouch. Didn’t realize it was possible for her to pale more.

“Wow, you look a little green.” I stood, then grabbed her arm and started walking with her. “And I was kidding.” Once we were under the nearest tree, I pushed her against it and pulled off my sunglasses again, this time allowing my eyes to fully inspect her face. Strong chin, blue eyes, the freckles again, pouty lips. “Very pretty.”

“What is this?”

“Wingmen Inc.,” I said in a cocky tone. “But since we’re already on a first-name basis . . .”

“No.” Blake shook her head. “There has to be some mistake.”

“Sorry.” I pulled back enough so she could have some breathing room. “No mistake. Lex and I are the masterminds behind the fastest-growing relationship service in the Pacific Northwest.”

   
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