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.