Free ImPerfectly Matched! (The Match #2) by Mj Fields Page A

weekend, and that is a long time from now when I promised that we would help out with Natalia, and when I say we, I clearly meant Darby.
    Now what?
    In the car I made emergency calls. I needed Macey and I needed Stephanie. My house wasn’t a mess but it sure wasn’t up to party standards. Wine Wednesday yes, but the entire Steel family, no.
    Fuck.
    Macey was a yes, Stephanie was a I’ll try. As I drove I tried to prioritize what needed to be done. I was about to call the deli and order a meat platter. Grilling wasn’t necessary and would take too much time. I want them in and out as quickly as possible. They all had kids so it wouldn’t be an issue I’m sure.
    My phone rang and I answered.
    “Hey!” Josie said excitedly.
    “Good morning.”
    “It’s Monday how is your day off going?”
    “Great,” I lie but after telling her what shit I thought marriage was I decided to be a little easy on her.
    “Two weeks and we are having an engagement party, is there any way you can make it?”
    “What day?”
    “Saturday at six.”
    “Yeah, I can make it.” It will be a pain in the ass but I’m sure I can figure it out.
    “Perfect, I can’t wait to see you. Will you come in Friday night?”
    “I’ll try.”
    “That’s all we can ask.”
    When I pull into my driveway there are no vehicles, I push the garage door opener to pull in but my car is still sitting inside.
    He must have gotten his truck fixed, or his bike, it better have been his truck. That bike is nothing she should be on.
    I pulled up as close as I could to the garage, leaving room for Macey and whoever else was going to pull into my damn driveway.
    I get out and walk in the house. I hear music playing and smell cologne.
    He must have forgotten to turn it off. Men.
    I drop my keys on the counter and walk into my room to throw on some shorts and a tank top to prepare for the two-hour marathon deep cleaning.
    I walk in and he’s standing in front of my mirror in black boxers and nothing else but a tie he’s trying to knot. He looks hot as hell. Seriously what the fuck was I thinking working with him for years and not at the very least wondering what was under his clothes. The man is sinfully delish.
    “You do know you should put a shirt on before the tie right?”
    “They teach you that at Harvard?” he asks in a sarcastic pissy tone.
    “What?”
    He turns around and looks at me. “You went to Harvard, Kat?”
    I shrug. “So.”
    “So?” he asks throwing his hands in the air. “So what, you didn’t think that was something we should know?”
    “No, not really.”
    “You and your friends think it’s cool to slum it or some shit like that?”
    He’s annoyed, very annoyed.
    “Are you for fucking real right now?” I laugh it off and walk toward my closet.
    “Just don’t know what you’re trying to prove-”
    “What I’m trying to prove?”
    “Woman, you are a walking contradiction. You-”
    “Where is Natalia?”
    “That’s none of your concern, now answer me.”
    “Ricco, chill.”
    He sits down on the edge of the bed and runs his hand through his hair. “You know I thought I had not one, but two women knocked up and I could handle that. I lost the one fucking person I trusted with my kid, and I could handle that. But you, you are a fucking challenge.”
    I walk out with my tank and shorts. “I’m not a challenge. What you see is what you get. I don’t pull any punches. I tell no lies-”
    “Did you go to fucking Harvard? The shit in your little art room that says Harvard University all over it, did you go-”
    “Why were you in my art room?” I ask putting my hands on my hips.
    “Nat said there were colored pencils up there, I’m assuming you or your sister showed them to her. She said you let her use them.”
    “What does it even matter?”
    “Why are you fucking hiding it Ivy League?”
    “I did one semester,” I hold up my middle finger, “one.”
    “Why?”
    “That’s none of your business. But fuck you for