“Hmm, only one problem.”

“What?”

“I need to close the deal in a few weeks.”

Nate slid his clubs to the ground and scratched his face. Growing in that damn stubble was annoying as hell. “I think you’re screwed. Unless you take a lesson every day. That’s possible.”

Wolfe groaned. “I work day and night. I can take a few lessons, definitely, but I need a fast route. Don’t they have one of those books, Golf for Dummies? Or How to Be Successful at Golf in Fifteen Days?”

“No.”

“You’re the direct type, huh?”

“Yep.”

Wolfe shot him a grin. “Good. I’ve had enough bullshit to last the rest of my life.”

“I bet. What hotel?”

“Purity.”

“Ah, yes, you’re opening in Manhattan. Nice place. No wonder you need the game; most hotel executives are huge golfers.”

“I’ve always been more of the video game type. What do you do?”

“I work for a small private company that’s trying to get people into space. I study propulsion mechanics and try to find a more economical, inexpensive way to get us to Mars.”

“An aerospace engineer, huh? Cool.”

Suddenly, Nate knew it was going to be a great day. “Yeah. Listen, I may be able to help. Let me study your natural stance and do some measurements. I’m working on an amateur program using physics to compute a sequence to increase your skill faster. I’d need to take some video, though.”

Wolfe studied him again, and Nate waited him out. There was a darkness within Wolfe he sensed immediately, but his gut urged him to help. He needed to expand his horizons from the work crowd and his brother. Delving into a special project might be the thing he needed to get his mind off his bewitching, sexy as hell matchmaker.

“Sure I won’t be taking up too much of your time?”

“I’m sure.”

“Then let’s do it. And thanks.”

“Welcome.”

They grinned at each other and got to work.

seven

KENNEDY SLID INTO the booth, plucked up her Skinny Girl margarita, and guzzled. The tequila smoothed away her worries of the day, including her calorie count—since the ice cream episode, she’d beefed up on her Greek yogurt and oven-roasted turkey breast, and hadn’t indulged in carbs for a full forty-eight hours.

Maybe that was why she was so pissy.

“Another diet, babe?” Kate gave her a sympathetic look from across the battered table. Kennedy’s inner circle knew that her push-pull with food never ended, though she managed to achieve a healthy balance most of the time. She watched herself carefully and was now able to yank herself back when she began getting nuts over daily caloric intake or a missed gym appointment. She thought of anorexia as alcoholism. She was always recovering and could never be completely cured. One twisted reflection in the mirror could be the catalyst to starve herself, but so far, she hadn’t regressed in more than five years. Odd, she seemed much more relaxed about indulging around Nate. After the fries and ice cream, she hadn’t gone home and beat herself up. She’d actually been . . . happier and more satisfied.

But then the old anxieties had come creeping back in, and she had promised to be stricter than ever with what she let into her body.

She refocused on Kate. “Always battling the enemy of carbs.”

“Whatever you do, please don’t give up chocolate. The last time you tried, Arilyn almost quit.”

Arilyn laughed. The tinkling sound rang out like church bells. “I’m not afraid of Kennedy.”

“If you keep wearing these outfits on a Friday night, you better be scared. How are you supposed to catch a hot man dressed in yoga pants?”

Arilyn looked a bit smug and a whole lot of satisfied. “Don’t need to. We’re back together.”

Kate bit her lip. Worry bloomed from her expression. “That’s great, but, well, did he decide to be monogamous with you?”

Arilyn shrugged and sipped her apple martini. “We didn’t discuss it, exactly, but it’s assumed.”

Kennedy tapped her finger against her chin. “Darling, using the word assumed when it comes to sex brings one phrase to mind. It makes an ass out of you and me.”

A rare frown crossed Arilyn’s lovely features. Kennedy had been dying to make her over for years but was refused each time. Her background in yoga and meditation practice kept her firmly in the camp of organic cottons, environmental friendly make-up and hair products, and a tendency to downplay all her natural womanly assets. “There’s only one ass at this table.”

Kate laughed. “Listen, we’re just worried. The last time you walked in on him with another of his students you went into a depression. We want you happy.”

“I am happy. It’s complicated. He decided to go deeply into his meditation and discovered he can’t live without me. He won’t stray anymore.”

Kennedy fought the urge to find the asshole’s yoga studio and demonstrate her kickboxing moves on his face. Instead, she tamped down her anger and focused on the alcohol. “How come we’ve never met him?”

Arilyn shifted. “We don’t like to go public with our relationship. At least, not yet.”

Kate met Kennedy’s gaze, and they did the classic close girlfriend psychic thought volley. Both silently agreed he was going to hurt her again, and then they’d go and hurt him. Both agreed they needed to support Arilyn and play the denial game with enthusiasm. “We understand. It sounds like a great plan, and we’re behind you all the way,” Kate said.

“Me, too.”

Arilyn calmed. “Thanks. So, tell us the update with Eliza Doolittle. Ming succeeded, and Benny rocked the cut. Didn’t you say you were taking him to the gym?”

She plucked the cute umbrella out of her glass and twirled it around. “Yep. Can anyone say Zumba?”

Kate’s eyes widened. “No. You didn’t.”

“I did.”

Arilyn burst into giggles. “Oh, my God, that may have been better than Slade’s hot yoga session. You’re brilliant.”

She preened. “Thanks. He needed to get past some of the blocks regarding his body. He lives mostly in his mind and tortures himself about getting things right.”

“Hmm, sure he’s not a female you?” Arilyn asked.

“Funny. Nothing wrong with being a perfectionist. I’m going to keep him in the classes for a few weeks.”

“So, you did skin, hair, workout. Clothes are next, right?” Kate asked.

“I have to move the role-play session up. He tends to come on too strong and scares everyone away. Will you guys help me out? Maybe we can meet at a bar and run some setup scenes for the first meet?”

Kate lit up. “I love doing those! Can I be the bitchy slut this time?”

Kennedy rolled her eyes. “Whatever makes you happy.”

“Are you satisfied with his progress so far?”

She didn’t meet Arilyn’s suddenly piercing gaze. “Definitely. There’s a lot underneath the surface that people never get to see. I think he’ll be ready for his mixer in a week or two.”

“You like him.”

Kate’s words sounded like an accusation. Kennedy tried to keep her voice casual. “He’s a nice guy. What’s not to like?”

“No, no, that’s not what I mean. When you talk about him, you get a funny look on your face. Are you hot for the science geek?”

“No!” She slurped and got to the end of her drink, then prayed she wasn’t blushing. Dear God, she never blushed, not even during phone sex. “Don’t throw your witch energy on me. You need to sink your teeth into a new couple to hook up and leave me alone.”

Arilyn gasped. “You do like him! Your cheeks are kind of red.”

Kennedy picked up her head and snorted haughtily. “As. If. It’s the alcohol and the room is warm. When are Genevieve and Jane coming?”

“And changing the subject!” Kate clapped gleefully. “What are you so freaked out about? I love the nerd type. He may be good for you.”

Kennedy drew back. “And how, pray tell, can he possibly be good for me?”

This time her friends shared the psychic look. “You haven’t liked someone in a really long time, Ken,” Kate said gently. “You go through a different man every Friday and Saturday night and you still seem frustrated.”

“The sex is fine.”

“We’re not talking about sex,” Arilyn said. “We’re talking about connection. What about Mark? He seemed to hit all your demands.”

“He had a terrible habit of smelling his underwear and socks before putting them on.”

“That’s just called being a man. And what about Sam?”

She sensed a gang-up and stuck out her chin. “Sam had the ugliest feet in the world. When we got into bed together, if his troll toe touched me, I got the willies.”

Kate dropped her face into her hands. “You have got to be kidding me. And Tim?”

“He was completely obsessed with the supernatural. Watched those awful TV series about ghosts, and his career goal was to be a paranormal investigator.”

Arilyn nodded. “Well, I agree that one was weird. But what we’re trying to point out is you seem to find something wrong with every guy. By the fourth date, you’ve listed over a dozen bullet points to back up your decision to stop seeing him.”

Kennedy stuck out her lower lip. Damn counseling genes. She knew her best friends were right, but she didn’t know what to do about it. There was always something lacking. And if a man tried to get too close, she reached a block inside of her that a nuclear explosion couldn’t disintegrate. It was easier to concentrate on the physical—sensation, an orgasm, a few laughs. Anything deeper just didn’t seem to work.

“What does this have to do with the scientist?” she asked.

Kate stared hard. “I’m not sure. But if something interests you about him, go for it. You have nothing to lose.”

The image of that first hot, sweet kiss drifted in her vision. Oh, God, should she tell them? No, it would never happen again, and they’d obsess and drive her nuts. Not telling wasn’t a lie. Just self-preservation from a grilling, torturous session to rival a prisoner of war. Kennedy drained the rest of her drink and shook her head. “He’s a client, guys. I don’t get involved with the clients. We decided that was rule number one, two, and three if we were going to make Kinnections a success.”

Kate tossed her a dazzling smile. Her white blond hair shone like a halo. “I broke the rules and thank God I did.”

“Slade is different. You sensed the touch with him and you knew you were meant to be. Nate needs a professional to guide him to the right mate. If I go scratching an itch on impulse, I can end up hurting him and messing up his chances at Kinnections.”

“Ah, you are attracted to him.”

She ignored Arilyn’s smug comment and waved her hand in the air. “Look, I’ll admit he intrigues me. But that’s because he’s a challenge. Emotions get crossed in most of these cases, like a counselor and a patient. Or a yoga teacher and his student.”

Arilyn glared.

Kate spoke up. “Bottom line, we’re here for you. And we’ll have your back if you change your mind.”

Kennedy’s temper dissipated instantly and was replaced by the mushy goo of true friendship. “I love you guys. Thanks. And I promise to eat some bread tomorrow.”

“Thank God.”

They ordered another round and played a game of darts. When they returned to the table, Genevieve and Jane had just come in and wove through the crowd to reach them. Genevieve was Kate’s close friend, but they had all ended up bonding over the past years with Kinnections and formed a tight-knit group. Engaged to a hunky doctor who was also her boss at Westchester Medical Center, Genevieve was a surgical intern. Kate worried about her steadily dropping weight and daily exhaustion, since she worked round the clock and was now planning a wedding. Petite and usually full of a bubbling, fierce energy, she seemed a bit flat tonight. Her brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she wore a simple black shirt, pants, and flats. A strange premonition drifted over her like a cloud when she took in Genevieve’s haunted blue eyes, tired smile, and gaunt waistline. Something was wrong. She held all the signs Kennedy knew well. Struggling with inner demons stole both the light and willpower from a person’s soul. She made a note to try to get her alone for a private chat.

Jane was Slade’s sister, and had met her fiancée through Kinnections. Kennedy was proud of the match and the serene happiness on the young woman’s face. Kennedy had always known that Jane, once a true “Plain Jane” in more ways than one, was a beautiful woman, but needed to build up her confidence. The transformation had been both inside and out. With Arilyn’s counseling, Kate’s patience, and her own makeover skills, Jane had blossomed and found love.