fun and games right now.â She handed him the ale. âDo you want a glass for that?â
âBottleâs fine.â Fun and games? Sheâd explained briefly about their favorite pastime of matchmakingâwhich explained part of the conversation heâd overheard. âDonât your victims have anything to say about it?â
âIâd hardly call them victims. I mean, look how many people try to meet other people in chat rooms. And lots of people go on blind dates.â
âOf their own free will. Nothingâs forced on them.â
âWeâve never forced anything on anyone,â she protested. âAll we do is arrange for X to meet Y, and they can take it from there.â
âX and Y as in chromosomes?â
âHadnât thought of it that way,â she said, gray eyes twinkling. âAnyway, Iâm too busy trying to figure out how to fit a bunch of ten-foot bookshelves into my two front rooms to worry about the social life of our neighborhood CPA. Any advice would be greatly appreciated.â
âYour CPAâs probably about to have all the social life she needs, with tax season looming dead ahead.â
âI meant advice with the bookshelves.â
âOh. Right.â What the hell, he wasnât one of her busy-buddies. What did he know about matchmaking? âThatâs not a problem.â
âMaybe not in theory. Just whack the shelves in two and close up the open ends. Iâm good at theory, just not so great when it comes to the actual whacking and closing.â
âI can do one or two for you after supper.â
Her doubtful look gradually gave way to a smile that was all the more effective for a tiny chip on the corner of a front tooth. Oh, man, this natural bait was wicked stuff.
âYou donât have to do that,â she protested.
He was tempted to agree. It wasnât a part of their agreement. On the other hand, he wasnât particularly eager to go back to the marina. This small yellow bungalow, even with a portion of the second floor gutted, was a hell of a lot more comfortable than the cold, damp cabin of a forty-year-old cruiser.
Yeah, sure. The house is the only attraction.
She was saying something about the dog, about how she was already dreading tomorrowâs walk. âRain or shine, he has to get out twice a day for a run, and the Hallets wonât be back for⦠Oh, lawsy, five more days? Iâm not sure my arms will survive.â
Cole helped clear away the remains of supper as if heâd been doing it all his life. It had been Paula whoâd insisted on hiring a combination cook-housekeeper. When heâd protested that with only the two of them they didnât really need it, and besides, they couldnât afford it, she had meekly agreed. A few weeks later heâd received a surprise promotion and a hefty raise.
Heâd been excited at first about getting in on the architectural side of the business. That had always been his goal. Heâd even managed to get half a degree in architecture before heâd damaged his left knee, putting an end to his football scholarship.
But not even when heâd been relegated to the job of selecting from a set number of styles and floor plans and making superficial changes among them had he tumbled to the fact that he was a kept man.
Once heâd been given the job of working on more challenging projects like the Murdock Office Complex and the Josephine Civic Center, heâd settled in and actually begun to enjoy the work.
That is, until too many accidents had aroused his suspicions and heâd started coming in early and staying late, poking into areas that were out of his jurisdiction.
Now he followed Marty into the living room, where she pointed out the potential placement of her bookshelves. âThat wallâs the longest. There are eleven of them, and if possible, Iâd like to fit them into these two rooms.â