Searching for Someday

nine

KATE ORDERED ANOTHER café mocha and kept a close eye on the corner table. The eclectic café was a popular place to meet friends and potential mates, and perfect for Jane’s first two official dates. Adele crooned from the speakers, and the scents of coconut and chocolate drifted around her in puffs of steam. The battered oak coffee bar and mismatched tables cluttered the small space but gave it a cozy feel. It was known for its bakery goodies, and patrons feasted on buttery scones and decadent cupcakes and sipped a variety of brews, from holistic and organic, to calorie-induced sweet shakes to court cavities and false energy. Decorated in bright yellows and greens, the café was where local artists displayed their works on canvas to sell, so Kate’s vision always blurred a bit from the vivid and odd collection of colors. Still, it was another part of the reason she wanted to settle in Verily. There were no outsiders here, because everyone belonged. She’d spent most of her life trying to hide and not speak, terrified of being laughed at and feeling completely isolated from the human race for too many years. Verily wrapped her in acceptance and forced her to mingle with all types of people. She’d grown so much here and was now completely happy with herself, who she was, and where she was going.

Well. Kind of.

The image of Slade flickered past her vision. Damn him. One full week since their episode, and he took her lead with a politeness that pissed her off. He was right to leave. When she woke in the morning, she blamed the kiss and her temporary physical weakness on a bunch of factors. If they’d spent the night together, she would’ve regretted her actions and probably blamed him out of her own crippling guilt.

Kate glanced down at her chic black-and-rhinestone watch. He’d be getting ready for his date with Hannah. She decided to put the incident behind them. After all, they’d both been curious, especially with the strange connection they shared. Kate figured she’d reschedule his date with Hannah and get him back on track. Of course, when she contacted him, all crisp and businesslike, he’d readily agreed and refused to even mention Saturday night. Like he’d never wrung an orgasm from her body, or whispered naughty things in her ear, or kissed her like he was starving and she was the only thing standing behind survival and death.

Over it. She was so over it.

She sipped the chocolaty brew and motioned over to Kennedy when she finally strode through the door. “Hey, babe. How’s our girl doing?” Ken gave a subtle glance in Jane’s direction. Slade’s sister now sat with a bit more confidence, her gestures less jerky and nervous after the weeks of training under Ken’s and Arilyn’s hands.

“I’m so proud of her,” Kate said. “She seems to be more secure within herself.”

Ken shrugged out of her leather jacket, slid onto the stool, and ordered an espresso. “It was a brilliant move to pick out only two dates for her. She’d never be comfortable with a mixer, and she needs one-to-one contact.”

“Yes, dinner would be too intense. I want her to have fun, not scare her the first round. Brian and Tim are the right choices.”

“Is Tim next?”

“Yes, she has a few more minutes with Brian, a break, and then Tim. This way she’ll get a better idea which man she’s more attracted to.”

“Hmm, well, I knew looks weren’t her problem anyway. Funny, I think she’s more beautiful than the obvious choices because of her simplicity. Her bone structure and skin are amazing. Another reason I love a good makeover. It proves over and over there’s nothing wrong with us, just the choices we make to flatter what we own.” A darkness flashed in her friend’s eyes, then quickly disappeared.

Kate reached out and squeezed her hand. “You were always beautiful, Ken. Inside and out. Anyone who told you different is an asshole.”

Ken laughed. “You’re good for my ego, babe. Right back atcha.”

“Thanks. Hmm, good body language between them. This may warrant another date. Without us as chaperones.”

“Or you can just give them a quick touch and see if they’re meant to be.” Kennedy grinned. “You may call it cheating. I call it good business.”

Uneasiness slithered in her gut. She tapped the edge of her cup in a random rhythm. No way was she about to confess her temporary loss of her gift that Kinnections was based on. It would only freak her friends out, and be harder for her to ignore the looming knowledge something was definitely off. Other than the explosion with Slade, she couldn’t seem to even scare up a tingle, whether she was near a couple who was married or dating. Sweat prickled her brow, but she kept her tone light. “Sorry, no breaking the rules. If Kinnections is going to be a solid success, we base it on scientific research, hard work, and instincts. Not some magic witch spell I inherited.”

“Fine. Just trying to speed things along. Speaking of Kinnections, how’s it going with Slade? Are he and Hannah an item yet?”

Her fingers squeezed around the handle as a shot of rage licked her veins at the thought of Slade with Hannah. Kate cleared her throat. “Not yet. They had to cancel their date last weekend, but they’re seeing each other tonight.” She refused to blurt out the truth regarding their impromptu date and resulting kiss. At least, not yet. Her friends seemed to own an innate talent to pry every secret from her grasp, so it was just a matter of delay.

“Interesting. Why don’t you seem excited about the possibility of matching him?”

She narrowed her gaze at her friend’s obvious glee. “Don’t start, Ken. I don’t need any misinformed matchmaker forcing us together for good intentions. I’m attracted to him, but it’s strictly physical. Emotionally, I know he’s all wrong for me, and I’m grown-up enough to recognize the limitations and move past them. I want a soul mate, not a temporary bedmate.”

Kennedy clucked her tongue. “Pity. I’d take him as a bedmate any night. What’d your mom say about the touch thing between you guys?”

Kate prayed for forgiveness. Not lying to her best friend was one of her own personal ten commandments. “She didn’t seem concerned. No worries.”

“Good. Did you get me some good pot? Your mom has the best.”

She rolled her eyes and laughed. “No. Now don’t mention drugs, Jane’s coming.” They watched as Brian rose from the table, put his arms around Jane, and gave her a quick, intimate hug good-bye. Kate studied their interaction, noting the close body language, the open facial expressions, and the relaxed muscles. A solid match, one best suited for a more intimate date to see if a physical attraction could grow. Jane looked so different from the last time she had seen her. The ill-fitting clothes had been replaced by a pair of snug jeans, high-heeled boots, and a rich gold sweater that brightened up her face. Comfortable but fresh. Her normally curly hair had been tamed to fall into luscious waves and flirted with a pair of gold hoop earrings. Stained red lips was her only makeup, bringing a man’s gaze to her mouth. The old glasses had been thrown away for a pair of trendy Coach tortoiseshells, giving her the sexy librarian look men died for. Brian whispered something in her ear, and Jane laughed, then turned and strode toward the coffee bar.

They waited until Brian was safely down the street and away from view.

Ken grinned like a proud mama bear. “Girlfriend, you rocked that date. Tell us everything.”

Kate nudged her. “Anything you feel comfortable telling,” she corrected. “Did us being here help or hinder the date?”

Jane’s normally serious face broke into a smile. “Helped. I hope it wasn’t dumb to ask you to be here. I hated to think Brian thought I couldn’t handle a simple date by myself, but I just wanted to know you were here in the room. Some crazy reverse sort of Cyrano, but just silent.”

Kate patted her arm. “No, many of our clients ask us to stay. And it’s not dumb. The key is to make sure you’re comfortable and relaxed in the environment so you can let go and really see if you have something together. Did you like him?”

Red bloomed over her cheeks. “Yes. We had a lot in common. He met my eyes when we spoke, and he seemed interested in my career and research.”

“We thought since he taught poetry you both would have an immediate conversation topic. We still have a few minutes before Tim gets here. Here, I ordered some biscotti—let’s share.”

Kate bit into the honey-almond cookie, enjoying the crusty texture contrasting with the sweetness, a delicious combination of hard and soft that made biscotti her go-to snack to offset her coffee addiction.

“What happens if they don’t like me?” Jane asked.

“Then you’re not right for each other,” Kennedy answered. “Remember what we spoke about? Just because a man isn’t attracted to you doesn’t mean you’re unworthy of him. It’s a give-and-take—the same elements work in a woman’s favor. We do our best to pick the best suited and wait to see if anything takes root.”

Kate nodded. “This isn’t a sprint, it’s a marathon. Too many women get so stuck on one rejection that it ruins their confidence and blurs the vision of a man who may be right beside you.”

Jane sighed. “You’re right. I suck at this.”

Kate snapped a biscotti in half and slid it over. “You’re new at this, Jane. We all have issues and hang-ups. We created Kinnections because we realized women should be having a lot more fun finding Mr. Right. Why be miserable during the journey?”

Jane pondered the thought, studying her fingers as her brain clicked away. Kate enjoyed Jane’s company. Once she let go of her expectations of what society wanted her to act like, her natural intelligence and charm shone through. Kate wondered why Slade was so overprotective. Curiosity simmered within, and she fought the temptation to casually ask questions about her brother. She ached to know more about his childhood. Other than his ex-wife, had there been others who ruined his ability to trust? Arilyn counseled Jane on her past, but Kate never liked to probe just for curiosity’s sake. They each had a role in Kinnections and tried not to overstep boundaries just because of their friendship. What Jane confessed to Arilyn was deeply personal and private.

Kate glanced at her watch again. Yes, they’d be at an early dinner now. Probably sipping cocktails while they waited for their table. Would he obey and wear a more casual outfit like they counseled? Would he rush the date to get more intimate, or enjoy her at leisure, unveiling each of Hannah’s layers like removing tissue paper from an expensive gift? Would he even think about the kiss they shared or had he easily gotten over it?

“Earth to Kate? What’s up? You look weird.”

She shook her head and refocused. “Sorry, just tired.”

“More like distracted.” Her friend studied her face. “I have a great idea. Why don’t we all go out tonight? A girls’ thing. We’ll talk about men, drink cocktails, and wear ridiculous high heels. And dancing. Definitely dancing.”

Usually Kate craved her remote, Robert, and her pjs on a Friday night. But the thought of Slade with Hannah could torture her this evening. Getting out of the house and being distracted would be the best thing. Jane looked surprised at the invitation.

“Uh, you guys don’t have to include me to be polite. I have to work on my research.”

“No work tonight, for any of us. You’re coming with us, right, Kate?”

Kate gave Jane a smile. “Absolutely. We’ll have fun, I need a night out. I’ll text Genevieve, and you text Arilyn. We’ll meet at The Grille for dinner and then go dancing at Mugs. Deal?”

Jane lit up. Odd, it was almost as if she didn’t have the opportunity to socialize too much. Probably like her, Jane had become used to being alone, and it was hard to break the habit. “Okay, thanks for inviting me.”

Tim walked through the door and glanced around. “Here’s bachelor number two. Are you ready?”

Jane took a deep breath, adjusted her sweater, and nodded. “Yes. I can do this.”

“Remember: be yourself. Relax. He’s not scary, just an alien of the opposite sex that we’ll never understand but must learn how to accept and mate with.”

Jane laughed at Kennedy’s remark and strode over to Tim. Kate watched as they introduced themselves, then sat at the same table to share conversation. She was tempted to walk close enough to see if she got a tingle of awareness but besides cheating, Kate was afraid there wouldn’t even be a crackle. And that would only depress her.

“If we’re going out tonight, I need to head back to Kinnections, then get home to Robert. Can you handle this by yourself?” she asked.

Kennedy waved her purple-tinted nails in the air. “Of course. Wear something slutty tonight. If you keep insisting you don’t want to hook up with Mr. Electricity, then you need to find someone else. I swear if you hit thirty without losing it, Kate, I’ll hire a gigolo for you.”

Kate sputtered a laugh. “Stop threatening me. I promise to dress like a tramp if you’ll get off my case.”

“Done. I want to see lots of skin.”

Kate stuck out her tongue, grabbed her purse, and headed out.

SLADE SMILED AT THE exquisite woman across the table from him. He had to admit, Kate had hit all the facets he always desired in a woman. Besides her physical attractiveness, Hannah Easton was an accomplished businesswoman. Intelligent, successful, with a kind of humor he enjoyed and admired. If he drafted up all the qualities of his perfect mate, Hannah’s photo would be right beside it.

Except . . .

He didn’t want her. Didn’t crave to back her up against the wall, lift her skirt, and bury his fingers between her thighs. He didn’t want to devour her mouth, suck on that lower lip, and bask in the husky moans he ripped from her throat. She didn’t piss him off, turn him inside out, and make his soul shake with need.

Ah, crap.

Hannah offered to pay part of the bill, which he quickly squashed. As they walked out of the restaurant, he took her elbow to guide her over the slick sidewalks. Not even a slight tingle of awareness between them. He distantly appreciated every quality she could bring into a relationship, but knew he wasn’t the man for her. Should he tell her now? Wait to break the news to Kate? He hated this part. No wonder he despised dating.

He stopped at her car. She tilted her head, staring up at him with an eager anticipation in her pretty brown eyes. For a kiss? He avoided the whole trap by moving fast. Slade swooped down, kissed her on the cheek, and took a step back. “It was lovely meeting you, Hannah. I had a wonderful time with you tonight, thank you.”

She blinked. “Oh. Yes, I did too, Slade. Hopefully, we’ll see each other again.”

He nodded like a dimwit, desperate for escape. The big bad millionaire lawyer scared of hurting a woman. He was such a dweeb. “Yeah, I’m sure we will. Drive safe. And thanks again.”

He stumbled away and headed toward the parking garage, cursing Kate and Kinnections and his damn hormones the whole way. He hated disappointing a sweet woman, but better now than leading her on later. He wondered if he would’ve been attracted to her if he’d never met Kate. Not that it mattered. He was a goner.

The idea of one night in her bed seared his brain and his dick. If he could just spend hours with her naked, he may be able to exhaust his hormones enough. Maybe even get rid of that intense connection they seemed to share. Of course, he hadn’t called her all week, giving her time to stew and think it over. He hoped knowing he was on a date with Hannah had driven the point home.

Slade got in the car. The idea of heading toward his empty home was suddenly depressing. He could call a few friends and go for a drink. But even that didn’t hold his interest. Maybe he’d check in on his sister. He’d been trying to give her the space she wanted, but he always worried. He punched in the number on his Bluetooth and eased the Jag into traffic.

“Hello?”

“Jane! It’s your long-lost brother. Have you forgotten me? Or replaced me with some hot stud?”

Her laughter made him smile. “Funny. Actually, I’m on my way out tonight.”

“Date?”

“Girls’ night out. Kate and Kennedy invited me to hang with them. We’re on our way to Mugs. I forgot how much fun being with other women is. I think I avoided it too long.”

The memory of her shattered and lying lifeless on the floor flashed in his mind. Slade shifted in his seat. Was it a good thing they invited her into their group? Or bad? No, Kate would never hurt Jane, but did anyone ever realize their actions until it was too late? He kept his tone light and easy. “Dancing, huh? Sounds like fun. How’s the matchmaking going?”

A pause. “Are you fishing?”

“Yes. Look, throw me a bone. You’re my baby sister and I’m going through withdrawal. I have nobody else’s business to nose around in.”

She blew out a breath, but he knew she was laughing. “Okay. I met two nice guys today, and I’m going on a one-on-one date with Brian. He teaches poetry.”

“Good. I want you to be happy.”

“I am. What about you? Dating?”

“Yeah, just got done with one tonight. She was nice but not for me.”

“Poor thing. She’s probably half in love with you already,” Jane teased.

“I’m sure Kate will find me another match. Is she going with you tonight?”

“Yep, she’s dressed to kill, and Kennedy wants to hook her up with a man tonight. Says she hides in her house with her dog too much. Sounds like you, huh?”

He grunted. “I don’t have a dog. Listen, do you mind if I swing by for a drink? I’m not ready to go home and I’d like to hang out.”

“Well, it’s kind of a girls’ thing, but I’m sure it will be okay. You know where Mugs is?”

“Yep. On my way. Be there in half an hour.”

“See you later.”

Slade clicked off, turned toward the Thruway, and headed to Verily. The hell with it. There was no way he was letting Kate distract herself with some other man. Not while he was suffering with torturous sexual dreams and a boner that wouldn’t go away. It was time he reminded her of their attraction.

If another man touched her . . .

Slade cut off the thought and punched on the gas.

KATE SIPPED HER CHOCOLATE martini and relaxed into the feminine chatter that was as soothing as a spa massage. From harmless celebrity gossip to the endlessly fascinating topic of men, the subjects whirled in a dizzying array and made her happy to be a woman.

Mugs was overflowing, but they held the prime table at the edge of the dance floor looking out. Pink belted out her moody lyrics, and people swung their hips to the beat. The atmosphere was perfect for a variety of needs, from dancing and pool and darts to large tables to congregate at. Kate ducked her head and took one last glance.

Yes, his date was definitely over. Unless he had continued it at home. Of course, that was against the rules. She’d preached over and over the mantra he must follow: no sex until he wanted to actually date the woman. The idea that in a few minutes they’d been ripping at each other’s clothes humiliated her, but she swore to move past it. Just a mishap. One mistake. Would never happen again.

“What about that guy?”

She directed her attention to Kennedy’s subtle head-shake toward an attractive man staring at their table. When Kate looked up, the man raised his glass and smiled. She automatically returned the greeting before their gaze broke.

“Oh, yeah, he’s the one,” Kennedy drawled. “Why don’t you go over?”

“Why don’t you?” she teased back.

“Because I’m taking the night off from men. But you, my dear, need a night off from just women.”

She made a face. “I love you, Ken, and lust after your shoes, but, don’t want to sleep with you.”

Jane giggled and hiccupped. Obviously, she rarely drank, so her two cosmopolitans gave her a rosy, happy glow. Kate made a note to make sure she got home safe.

“Cute. Right now, I’d sleep with you anyway. You look hot, Kate.”

Kate grinned. She kind of did look hot. It had been a long time since she had slipped into her usual black but kicked it up a notch. The skirt was ultrashort and chic, with cutout flaps that sneaked glimpses of her bare legs. The sequined tank top emphasized her cleavage and shimmered under the lights. But the shoes were deadly. Four inches of black strappy leather that climbed up her ankles gladiator style. They were fuck-me pumps meet badass boots, and worth every penny.

Kennedy leaned in. “Girlfriend, don’t waste the outfit on us. Go and talk to the guy. I’m begging you.”

Kate glanced over. The guy was definitely staking her out, but he didn’t have the lust-filled scary face that usually freaked her out. More like a deep appreciation for her appearance. After all, that’s exactly why she wore the outfit, for attention, not to fade into the woodwork.

The image of Slade and Hannah pressed tight together, kissing hungrily, blurred her vision. Slade dragging her into his open door, ripping at her clothes. Hannah moaning as his talented tongue danced over her skin.

Kate got to her feet, picked up her drink, and faced her friends. “I’m going in.”

The low whoop gave her confidence. She eased over to the stranger, ignoring her nerves, and went for the honest approach.

“Hi. I’m Kate.”

The guy smiled back. “I’m Bruce. Nice to meet you, Kate. Girls’ night out?”

“Yeah, blowing off a little steam from the week. Do you live around here?”

“I’m actually in Nyack, but a few friends of mine love coming to Mugs so I figured I’d check it out. I’m meeting them later. But right now, I’m thanking God they’re late.”

She laughed and eased into the give-and-take of the initial mating conversation. His buzz-cut hair emphasized a strong face, and meaty arms under his button-down shirt and jeans. Maybe military. When she brushed against his arm from the bump of another patron, there was a distinct lack of any tingle. Still, she was so over the touch thing. Tired of judging herself and every man she laid her hands on. For tonight, she wanted to be silly and girly and let go. With Bruce.

The sexy R&B strains of “Blurred Lines” blasted from the speakers. “Would you like to dance?” he asked.

She tilted her head in surprise. Rarely did she meet men who were comfortable on the dance floor after the first meeting. “I’d love to.”

He placed their drinks on the bar, took her hand, and led her to the floor. His body was rock solid, but she topped him in height with her crazy heels. Still, he didn’t seem to mind, not afraid to hold her close but still retain a modicum of modesty. Kate relaxed into the mating call of the dance, her arms on his shoulders, content for a while not to engage in conversation but to let their bodies mingle and move.

A woodsy fragrance drifted to her nostrils. Kate sighed, letting go of the tension, content to enjoy the physical touch of a man without any demands. Maybe this is what she really needed. A man who could help her forget, maybe give her physical pleasure, maybe more. A crazy touch meant nothing and had only gotten her into trouble, giving away her mates to other women and leaving her alone.

“Hi.” The familiar voice jerked her head around. She stared at Slade, who danced right beside them holding Jane. “How’s it going?”

She blinked. His inane words buzzed her brain like a fog. “What are you doing here? You have a date.”

He grinned and dazzled her with those perfect teeth. “It’s over.”

Bruce turned her slightly, probably dying to get away from the chatty guy, but she leaned her head to the side. “How did it go?”

“Amazing. Wait till I tell you about the dinner.”

Hope crashed. Ice slithered down her spine, and she fought off her initial reaction like the survivor she was. Good, he was finally going to move on. With Hannah. Not her.

Awesome.

“I’m so glad,” she forced out.

Jane gave a sigh and shook her head. “Slade, let poor Kate enjoy her dance. Give her some privacy.”

“Oops, sorry. I’ll catch up with you at the bar.”

She nodded, forced a smile at Bruce, and tried to enjoy his embrace. Unfortunately, she kept sneaking glances at Slade and Jane, wondering about the details of his date. Did he fool around with her? Kiss her? Make another date for tomorrow? That would be too soon, and she’d advise against such a move immediately.

“That guy a friend of yours?” Bruce asked.

Focus, Kate, focus. “Just a client. Sorry I was distracted.”

“It’s okay. I’m willing to be one of your distractions.”

She laughed at the half-lame line but gave him credit for effort. His hands tightened around her waist and she leaned in, determined to relax. They moved well together, but the song ended and turned into a pounding club rhythm with JLo and Pitbull’s “On the Floor.” Kate waited for him to pull her off, not used to any men she ever met actually dancing, but Bruce tossed her a grin and threw himself into the dance.

Enjoying his enthusiasm, she moved her hips to the grindy tempo and let herself go. Bruce was going up a few notches—any man with solid dance moves deserved credit.

Suddenly, her rear was bumped. A hand closed around her upper arm and burned her skin.

Kate jumped back in a twist and faced Slade. “Sorry. Don’t you love this song?” he shouted. In sheer astonishment, she watched him expertly mimic some major hip-hop moves, his jeans emphasizing the tight curve of his ass, his designer white shirt catching the light and flinging it against her gaze like an explosion of fireworks. Jane matched his moves with no self-consciousness, free for a little while with the music and darkness and crowded floor.

She raised her voice over the music. “I didn’t know you danced.”

“Most women love dancing. Mom taught us both when we were young. Counseled me a man needs to know how to move if I have any chance of catching a woman.”

Kate laughed. “Smart woman.”

“Umm, Kate? How about I buy you a drink?”

She looked up with guilt. Bruce shot Slade a dirty look, obviously not happy about the shouted conversations over the dance floor. “Sure.” She waved at Slade and Jane, and stepped off the floor to follow Bruce.

Where she belonged.

He guided her back into a cozy corner and tried to get the bartender’s attention. “Your client seems determined to talk to you tonight,” he said. “What kind of business are you in?”

“I’m a matchmaker.”

Bruce lifted a brow. “Like an escort service?”

“No, more like eHarmony but not online.”

He lifted his hand, but the bartender ignored him. “You go out on dates with a variety of men?”

Irritation hit. She shifted her feet. “No, I’m the owner.”

“Ambitious little thing, aren’t you?”

His teasing question seemed way too chauvinistic, but she decided to move on. “Yes, I guess I am. What do you do?”

“Air Force. I was in Iraq.”

Most military didn’t volunteer their service so quickly, but she reserved judgment. “Was it very difficult?”

“Yep. I’m ready to get back out and kick some more ass. Better concentrating on the enemy than my cheating ex-girlfriend who dumped me while I was away.”

Hope plummeted. She looked at his angry face, now not so teasing and instead full of a bit of resentment and a whole lot of mess. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that. Your service to our country humbles me.”

“It should. Maybe you’ll be more respectful than the last woman. Where the hell is that bartender?”

“Chocolate martini?”

She whipped her head around. Slade held the drink in front of her, a wicked grin curving his sensual lips. “Y-y-yes. Thank you.” She took the drink and glanced at Bruce, whose face now resembled a thundercloud.

“Sorry, dude, I didn’t know what you were drinking or I would’ve bought you one too,” Slade said. He eased himself into the small notch between them and clinked his Sam Adams to the rim of her glass. “Cheers. Are you having a good time?”

Kate battled the urge to giggle. He was completely and overwhelmingly arrogant, charming, and frustrating. How did one fight such a force? Still, she arranged her face to relate disapproval. “Yes, Bruce and I were having a wonderful time together.”

“Good. You look amazing, by the way. The shoes are killer.”

Pleasure bloomed. “Thanks.”

“Welcome. So, I finally tried Carbone near Hell’s Kitchen.”

She gasped. “Is that where you went on your date? I’ve been dying to try that place—it’s impossible to get reservations. Did Hannah enjoy it?”

“I think. I had the lobster black tie pasta. The sauce nearly knocked me sideways, and with the Chianti, the richness of the tastes combined perfectly in the mouth.”

“What did Hannah have?”

“Veal parm.”

“And how did the date go?”

“Good. For appetizers, I ordered the mussels. Fresh and soaked in a spicy tomato broth. I swear I’ve never had anything better.”

“Did you share your appetizer with Hannah?”

He frowned and seemed to think hard. “I offered, but she doesn’t like shellfish. Pity.”

“Sharing a meal is a good way to increase intimacy on a date. Even a bite. Tell me more.”

“I ordered the espresso and tiramisù for dessert. Top rate.”

Kate let out a breath. “Stop talking about the menu. I want to know how the actual date went.”

He took a slug of beer. “Good.”

“Did you get along well? Did you have a connection? Do you want to see her again?”

“She’s really nice. Accomplished. Intelligent. You did your job perfectly.”

Her blood turned icy, but she forced a smile. “I’m so glad. When did you set up the second date?”

“Oh, I’m not going to see her again.”

She choked on her martini. He pounded on her back, which made it worse with the electrical currents shocking her system. “What are you talking about? You said you liked her!”

Blazing emerald eyes grabbed and held her in the merciless grip of his gaze. Her breath squeezed in her chest and she froze.

“I do. But she’s a bit too perfect. I don’t want to hurt her feelings, but there’s no spark.”

“You said you wanted a companion, a friend, a long-term mate. I’m trying to keep you away from using sex as a tool to distance yourself. Hannah can give that to you. Many times the spark grows later.”

“I don’t want Hannah.”

The softly spoken words singed her ears. The undertones of his real meaning hit her hard. His body heat radiated in waves and her body loosened, opened, craving his touch and just one more kiss. Within minutes he changed from casually charming to dangerous lover. He lowered his head to speak against her ear, his warm breath rushing into the sensitive shell. “I want you.”

“Don’t.”

“Can’t help it. How long are you going to torture both of us? I forgot the reasons we’re even trying to fight this.”

So did she. Almost. Then she remembered his focus was to expose Kinnections, and her, as a fraud. He required everything she wasn’t in a mate, only believed in sex without love, and he was a client whom she had promised to find a match. It was wrong on every level, but her body didn’t care as it hummed and purred by his very voice.

“It’s a mess we both don’t need. Better off trying to ignore the physical connection and concentrate on the better good. Finding you a true match for your future. Helping your sister. Proving Kinnections can succeed for you both.”

“Yeah, how’s that working for you, so far? Total bust for me. God, you smell good.”

“We can’t keep doing this,” she whispered.

“So let me take you home. We’ll end it now. Tonight.”

A strangled laugh escaped her lips. “Sex won’t end it. It’ll only make things messier. Haven’t you learned anything yet about God’s sense of humor?”

“Not thinking about God. Wondering how you’ll taste when I finally slide my tongue between your thighs.”

She shuddered, teetered on the edge of giving him the win, then fought back. “No. You need to honor the contract. If Hannah wasn’t the right fit, I’ll find you another.”

He lifted her chin and forced her to meet his gaze. Temper and lust swirled in an edgy mix of green gold. “Are you that determined to send me to another woman? Ready to take such a risk? I’ll only take so much, and then I’ll go after what you’re offering. Then we both lose.”

She swallowed past the pain, past the knowledge that if she slept with this man, he might take something much more precious than her body. Her heart. Her soul. Her sanity. He’d leave her behind, sated, challenge over, and she’d need to pick up the pieces. Hell, no. Not in this lifetime.

“Or we both win,” she said softly. “You find your mate. I prove my point. Jane finds her happiness. A perfect circle.”

“Fine. We’ll do it your way.”

“Don’t you want to pick the woman?”

“No. You seem to know everything about what I need and want. Prove it. Show me the woman who’ll make me walk away from you without a glance back.”

Her gut lurched at the thought, but she rallied. “Fine. Now can you give me some privacy so I can speak with—”

“He’s gone.”

Kate turned. Bruce chatted up a pert blonde perched on the opposite barstool. Both of them held a beer. Her plans for the night withered. What pissed her off the most was she didn’t even care. She clenched her hands and glared at Slade. “Stop running off my own dates, please. Next time keep it professional and stop stalking me.”

He eased back to charming companion and threw his hands up in surrender. “I was just talking some business and dancing with my sister. Besides, he’s got way too much hidden anger. Arilyn would have a field day with him.”

She gritted her teeth. “Thanks for the opinion.”

“Any time.”

“I’m going to the ladies’ room. Thanks again for the drink.”

Kate quickly moved past his rock-solid figure, weaving her way through the crowd to the restroom. She locked herself into the stall, sat on the toilet, and put her head between her legs. Breathe. No need to get this upset over something that was never yours. Or someone.

He rattled her with just a look. It didn’t bode well for their future working relationship. She might have to step back and force him to deal with Kennedy.

Kate took her time to regain her control. Washed her hands, checked her hair, and strolled out.

It happened so fast she had no time to react.

Someone grabbed her hard, lifted her, and dragged her deeper down the hallway. Into a dark corner by an abandoned coat closet no one used. The smell of wood and must hit her nostrils, along with another familiar scent, calming the instinct to scream.

“Are you crazy?” She shoved against him, but he barely moved. “You scared the hell out of me; I thought you were a rapist.”

“Maybe I need to show you again what you’re trying to give away.”

The warning was all raging male hormones and a sexual claim. Kate fought between the dark thrill and sheer panic, knowing if he kissed her, she’d lose it. “I need to change your intake form. Seems there’s a bit of the dom in you.”

“Funny, lately I’ve been feeling like the slave in this relationship.”

She ignored him, though the image of her on her knees, servicing him in all ways, left her hot and tingly. “We don’t have a relationship. I think you should give Emma a try. You enjoyed her company at the mixer, but she’s a bit different from Hannah, less serious. She’s a college professor, like your sister, so you may have a lot in common. She’s also your perfect physical type.”

Slade actually grinned, reminding her of a really pleased wolf about to show his mate who’s boss. “You drive me crazy. Shut up, Kate.”

His mouth covered hers. She waited for the drive of his tongue, the spark of being completely out of control while he commanded the embrace, but he only ran his lips lightly over hers, his tongue licking lightly at her bottom lip. The teasing gesture played with her sanity. She softened under him, all bark and no bite, but he made sure to punish her well. Never putting the pressure she craved into the kiss, he plucked at her nipples stabbing out from the delicate lace top and seesawed his thighs between hers.

Kate moaned and reached for more.

He moved back a precious inch and twisted her nipples.

Red-hot lust shot to her pussy. She lifted herself up on tiptoes, damned to eternity to be his sex slave, her breasts swollen and aching. “You have to let me in,” he murmured, nibbling on her bottom lip, keeping barely any contact with their mouths while his hands left her breasts and slipped behind to cup her rear. He dug his fingers into her ass and rocked his hips against hers. “Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

She tried to force him to kiss her without the words, sliding her tongue between his lips, but he refused entry, pressing gentle, nonsatisfying kisses across her jaw, her cheeks, while his hand lifted the back of her skirt, and his finger slid underneath to trace the wet lace of her underwear. Her clit throbbed for relief, and she twisted for more, knowing one dip of his finger could bring her off to a shattering release.

He laughed low and dirty, teasing her through the damp material. “Oh, no you don’t. I’m not letting you come this time until you beg. Invite me in so I can remind you what you’re missing by sending me to another woman.”

Rage and frustration mingled and rushed like a choppy tidal wave through her body. “Fuck you and your games, counselor.” He pushed his knee in the center of her pussy and her legs gave out.

“Oh, I intend to fuck you all right. All day and all night, making you come in so many ways you beg me to stop. But I won’t stop, Kate, I’ll use my dick and my teeth and my tongue to make you scream.”

The shock of his words ripped a shudder from her weak muscles. She cursed him and hated him but gave him the words. “Kiss me. Put your tongue inside my mouth and kiss me properly.”

“About time.”

He ravaged her mouth, his tongue sweeping and licking and conquering every slick corner. He drank in her essence like a vampire draining her soul, and Kate tilted her neck back and gave him everything he wanted. She surrendered to the dark embrace with no thoughts of holding back, his raw male need a complete aphrodisiac to the empty, lonely corner of her soul. Her fingers dug into his scalp and tore at his hair. He ground her against the wall, into that musty corner, and showed her everything she was lacking and everything he intended to give her.

Then stepped back.

Her breath shuddered. A hazy mist of lust clouded her vision. His erection strained the fabric of his pants as he stared at her, jungle eyes wild with desire, a sheen of sweat evident on his forehead.

She opened her mouth to tell him she made a mistake. That she wanted him, would take the chance, but it was too late.

“Set me up with Emma for Friday night. Good night, Kate.”

He walked away.

Kate turned her face to the wall, fighting back tears, and wondered why getting what she wanted was so painful.

HOURS LATER, CUDDLED UP in her favorite chair, she stared at the television droning with infomercials. Robert snored beside her on his orthopedic mat, his doggy grunts and mild moans confirming some heavy dreams. A restlessness nipped endlessly at her nerves, driving her from her spot to her bookshelf. She couldn’t sleep, and needed to get her mind off sex. With Slade.

Kate grabbed a bunch of books she’d purchased from the secondhand store a few weeks ago and brought them back to her recliner. Maybe she’d do some research for Kinnections. She found many books with kernels of information that helped her clients or gave her a fresh direction to explore potential relationships. She skimmed a few, making mental notes, until an electrical shock jolted her fingertips. Kate jerked back, annoyed, and revealed the purple, fabric-colored book.

The Book of Spells.

She remembered discovering it in the stack, and the weird electrical thing had happened before. Strange. It had occurred before only when she met people, never with inanimate objects. A bit wary, she gingerly reached out and opened the cover. A mild tingle traveled up her arm but no pain.

Kate relaxed and flipped through the book. The few illustrations were beautiful, and only one strange spell was contained within the faded pages. An odd scent of incense and smoke drifted to her nostrils, and she shook with a sudden need she couldn’t make sense of. Crap, what if this thing had belonged to a real witch? It held some sort of spooky power. But the spell seemed . . . well . . . pure. Stripped down to the essence of what a woman craved in her lifetime mate. Make a list of all the qualities wanted in a soul mate. Write them down on two pieces of paper. Burn one in a fire and tuck the other under the mattress.

Kate remembered reading about the power of the written word, the unconscious magic of dreams, and an empty craving squeezed her heart. God, she was so tired of being alone. What would it be like to meet someone who actually believed in love and commitment? A man to grow with in this lifetime and beyond? Someone who saw all of her faults and accepted who she was?

Kate sniffed and rubbed her eyes. Ridiculous. She was a big baby. Maybe she’d bring the book to Kennedy and see if one of her clients would believe in it. Sometimes a woman needed a placebo to fight for love. If she thought a love spell could work, she’d be more open to opportunities in the dating world. She closed the book, deciding to bring it to Kinnections in the morning, when the idea crystallized before her.

Complete the spell.

The voice whispered in her ear, a lilting pleasurable rumble that gave her shivers. She huddled under the crocheted blanket and looked around. Very weird. She didn’t believe in that stuff. It would be ridiculous to try a love spell. Right?

She stared at the book and again the overwhelming urge to follow the instructions burned within. Kate hesitated, listening to Robert’s snoring and the urging of the commercial to buy the latest ab equipment to get skinny and turn back the clock.

Complete the spell.

Loneliness swamped her. Maybe she needed her own placebo. Maybe if she did this silly spell, she’d believe in something she lost along the way. Her confidence and belief in true love. Somewhere. Someday.

She moved quickly before she could question her sanity. Kate ripped out two pieces of paper, grabbed a pen, and wrote down all the qualities she dreamed of in a man. Her man. She didn’t think, just let the pen scratch across the paper in a fury, tapping into the well of her unconscious. She folded the papers, trudged to the bedroom, and shoved one under her queen-size mattress.

It took a while to find something that could contain a small fire, but she finally found a small metal bucket under the sink. She grabbed a lighter from the kitchen junk drawer, ripped up some papers, and lit the flame.

Kate held the list over the fire and shut her eyes. Chanted a few words to Earth Mother. Took a deep breath, cleansing her energy to send it into the universe. And dropped the list into the bucket.

She watched it shrivel and blacken. When it turned to ashes, she sprayed some water from the sink and doused the flames.

A looming sense of premonition swamped her, and a shiver raced down her spine. As if she had done something she could never take back, stepped down a side road that would bring her into a new pathway of life, a journey she would never have taken if thinking clearly.

Kate swallowed and pushed back the fear.

Silly. There was no such thing as love spells, of course. But maybe by clarifying what she needed, she’d open a portal that had been previously closed.

Damn, she was taking way too many yoga classes with Arilyn.

She cleaned up the mess, turned off all the lights, and went to bed.