Searching for Someday (Searching For #1)(7)
Author: Jennifer Probst

Arilyn bit her lip. “Oh, I’m sorry. I just thought since they were family . . .”

Slade flashed a confident smile, all gorgeous white teeth. The top one was slightly crooked and kept him looking more rugged rather than pretty. “My fault, no harm done, Arilyn. It was nice to meet both of you.”

He strolled out of the office. Kennedy leaned way over to watch him disappear. Then slumped against the wall with a hearty sigh. “Damn, he has a fine ass.”

Kate winced. “I swear, if any of our clients heard you speaking like that we’d get sued. We have to be super careful with him. He’s out to prove us to be frauds and thinks we steal money from the innocent and use love as the bait.”

Kennedy whistled. “Interesting. Well, he’s protective of his family, smart, and hot. A perfect trifecta. Why don’t you take him for yourself?”

“I don’t date clients, Ken. You know that. Besides, I’m done with men.”

Her friend clucked her tongue. “Breaking a rule or two won’t hurt anyone if you’re both interested. You’re the one who made that ridiculous law, so you can change it. Maybe you need to mix up your usual boring bread-and-water type with a pizza supreme.”

Kate burst into laughter. Arilyn frowned in disapproval. “Though I do love pizza, I’ll pass. Anyway, we just went over his list, and I’m the opposite of every trait he desires.” She ticked them off. “He prefers brunettes, curvy, conservative background, solid family with no skeletons, master’s degree—oh, and no virgins.”

Arilyn widened her eyes. “No way. He actually said no virgins?”

“Yep.”

Kennedy laughed. “Why are you guys so shocked? Other than our Miss Kate, there are hardly any virgins left in New York anyway.”

Arilyn came to her defense. “There’s nothing wrong with it. Kate just hasn’t met the right one yet. She’s not one of these innocents with dreams of picket fences. She only wants a connection.”

Kennedy rolled her eyes. “I think you’re both nuts. Kate needs to get laid, and you need to eat some meat. These affairs with your yoga teachers are warping your mind.” Red color flooded Arilyn’s face, but she made a good show at looking offended.

Kate groaned. “It’s just a technicality! I’ve done plenty of foreplay. It’s just when it came time, something wasn’t right, so I chickened out. No big deal.”

Kennedy huffed. “It is a big deal. Foreplay is nice, but you’re missing out on the culinary event. You just got a bunch of yummy appetizers but no prime rib dinner.”

“Are you hungry? What’s up with all these clever food analogies?” Kate asked.

“Stupid diet. I’m getting crankier by the minute.”

Arilyn clucked in sympathy. “I have an organic granola bar with dark chocolate. You’ll feel better. And leave Kate and her poor virginity alone. She’s a pioneer.”

Kate groaned and rubbed her hands over her face. “Nightmare material. So, do we agree I’m completely the wrong choice for Mr. Hot Divorce Lawyer?”

“I love lawyers. But yes, I agree. I’m thinking we hook him up with Hannah. Or Emma. They’re physically his type, classy but funny.”

Kate nodded. “I was thinking the same thing. I’m arranging his cocktail party for next Friday night. Check the site and let me know who you can get, and I’ll approve it.”

“Got it.”

“Oh, and one other thing. Slade committed to the full Kinnections experience in all formats. I think we need to give it to him.”

Arilyn grinned. “Oh, yeah. I have some wonderful things lined up for Mr. Hot Lawyer. And trust me, if I sense things correctly, it will revolve around heat.”

Kennedy lit up. “He doesn’t need much in the makeover department, but I’ll take him to the next level. Bring it.”

Satisfaction pinged in Kate. “Done. For now I need a glass of wine, music, and distraction. Wanna head to Mugs?”

“Sure. Has anyone heard from Genevieve?”

Kate shook her head. “She was supposed to stop for coffee this morning but never showed. I’ll text her to get her ass down here. She’s working herself to death at that hospital. I swear, interning is not like they show it on Grey’s Anatomy.”

Kennedy snickered. “Yeah, but she did land her own Dr. McDreamy. Or was that the other hottie who died? What a waste.”

Kate laughed, grabbed her purse, and headed out with her crew.

Chapter Four

SLADE FLICKED THE Play button on the remote control, closed his laptop, and reached for his Sam Adams. The cherry wheat taste left a pleasant flavor in his mouth and should have satisfied him. He glanced around his home, perfectly decorated and detailed to fit his lifestyle. Luxurious but not overdone or fussy. The sixty-inch flat-screen television gave a nice feel to his man cave. The beverage holders and remote-controlled, heated recliners added to his complete comfort. A fully stocked tiki bar showcased rows of crystal glasses in various styles depending on the drink. His classic favorite comedy, Office Space, boomed from the HD sound system. A bag of chips lay to his right.

Perfect. After years of unrest, drama, and compromise, he finally achieved everything he’d dreamed. The space thrummed with a deep silence he coveted.

The nasty voice stirred and issued a cranky question. Then how come you’re bored out of your mind?

Screw you. Leave me alone.

He turned up the volume and took another swig of beer. Women hated Office Space. They never got the humor. They hated messy chips in the living room and clothes that missed the hamper, and the obnoxious old heavy metal music he preferred. Hell, he didn’t even have to worry about a pet to feed or walk. He was completely content and alone.

Again.

An image of Kate tumbled past his vision. What was it about her that stirred his interest? Sure, she was the all-American blonde most men lusted after, even more so because she didn’t realize it and didn’t overdo her natural beauty. She seemed comfortable in her own skin, which was an even bigger turn-on. Yes, his body definitely responded, but if he hadn’t, that would’ve confirmed he was dead.

Besides, she definitely wasn’t the type to inspire such basic needs. Fiercely independent, physically distant, with a chilly demeanor that said “Back off, this is all business.”

Getting involved with the owner of a matchmaking service was pure doom and stupidity.

Not. Interested.

The cackling voice rose up and mocked his thought, but he figured he’d drown it in alcohol and salt.

Just another Friday night.

His cell beeped. He scooped it up, checked ID, and clicked the button. “About time you called me back. Are you okay?”

The deep sigh on the other end held a twinge of irritation he’d never heard before. His overprotective instincts toward his baby sister overrode his instinct to back off. “Just because I don’t check in with you on a daily basis doesn’t mean I’m lying dead in the gutter. Mom.”

He winced and tucked the phone under his chin. “Ha, ha. Look, cut me a break. You moved out of my house, quit your job, and signed up with a matchmaking agency within a month. I’m still trying to catch up.”

“I know. But things are good. I love my new job, and I’m excited about my experience with Kinnections. The women there are so nice and approachable.”

Kate’s image flashed in his mind. More like sexy and frustrating. “You don’t think they’re a bunch of crazies stealing your money? You know, statistically, matchmakers gain no results and only offer an empty illusion. I surfed the net. Numbers never lie. Most of the marriages they arrange end up in divorce within three to five years.”

Uh-oh. Her tone took on the higher pitch of a woman ready to lose it. “Enough with the statistics! Just because your marriage didn’t work out, and your clients get divorced, doesn’t mean I need to pay by being lonely.”

The pain stirred, but he wrestled it back. Yes, he’d failed his marriage, just as his ex-wife had. But Jane didn’t understand. How could she? He was the one who protected her from a bunch of crappy men who thought they could take advantage of her. The revolving door of brokenhearted individuals barely keeping their sanity was his daily reality. Jane’s sweetness and fragile ego were prime targets of con men, and they’d already been through too many. He had to pay the last guy off to walk away. At least the a**hole couldn’t claim to be a starving artist anymore and hit up his sister for money.

“I don’t want you to be lonely. I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

She sighed and her voice softened. “I’m sorry, Slade, that was a rotten thing for me to say. But I don’t want you to chaperone me. If I get hurt, so be it. At least it will be on my terms. I won’t hurt myself again.”

The image of that night rose up and choked him with emotion. He’d almost lost her. He’d promised himself in that hospital room he wouldn’t let her down again. Jane needed one person to count on, and by God, he’d spent the last years making sure she was protected. “I know. I’m proud of you.”

“Thanks.”

He dragged in a breath. Time to spill the truth. “In fact, I was so intrigued with the idea I actually paid them a visit. Decided to sign up myself for the experience.”

His casual tone contradicted his unease. Put himself in the hands of Kate and her female crew? Meet a bunch of women he didn’t know in the pursuit of some type of affair that wouldn’t work out anyway?

Yes. He’d do it for Jane. To keep an eye on her and Kinnections.

Silence hummed over the line. “Are you kidding me? Why would you sign up with a matchmaking agency? You don’t want to settle down!”

“Maybe I do. Maybe I’m looking for a companion to share my life with. If this place is as good as they say, I’ll find someone, too. Hey, we can double date.”

A strangled laugh echoed. “You are so screwed-up. I can’t believe you’d really go through with this. The screening is intense. Are you getting a makeover?”

Hell no.

“We’ll see. Did you get your first date yet?” he asked.

“Soon. Kennedy is taking me to the salon this weekend to freshen up my appearance. Then she gave me some guys to peruse online to get an idea of my taste.”

The meat market atmosphere gave him the chills. Did people really do this shit just to get a date? For God’s sake, why? “Hey, I’d appreciate it if you kept me in the loop. I’m a bit nervous about the whole thing. It’ll help to know what you’re going through, too.”

Suspicion laced Jane’s voice. “Kate will take good care of you.”

An image of Kate on her knees unzipping his pants flashed before him. Sweat prickled his skin. What was wrong with him? “Maybe.”

“When’s your first date?”

“I’m getting a mixer next Friday night.” He drained the beer dry. “Why don’t you come?”

“What? Are you crazy? It’s the first time you’re meeting these women.”