Free Pregnant by the Maverick Millionaire by Joss Wood

someone else would be good for her. It would put even more distance between them. And that was what she was trying to do here.
    â€œThat’s the way I work, Kade. It’s not up for negotiation.”
    â€œDammit, crap, hell,” Kade muttered another string of swearwords under his breath as he finished rolling up his other sleeve. When he was done, he placed his hands on either side of Brodie’s face, gave her a hard kiss and picked up his jacket. “We’ll talk about this again.”
    Brodie touched her lips as he walked out of her kitchen, leaving as quickly as he’d arrived.
    So that was that. Well, then.
    She was now Kade’s matchmaker.

Five
    T hree weeks later Brodie sat in her usual seat at Jan’s waiting for Kade, her trusty tablet on the table in front of her. How was she supposed to ask Kade all these intensely personal questions knowing he’d touched, caressed and kissed every inch of her body?
    What had she done to piss off the karma fairy?
    Brodie placed her cheek in her hand and swallowed down her nausea. Her stomach roiled and she tasted bile in the back of her throat every time she thought about this upcoming interview. She’d had twenty-one days, thanks to Kade’s insane schedule and Wren wanting maximum publicity, to feel this way. Three weeks of restless sleep, of feeling on edge, miserable.
    Angry.
    Once you’ve done this interview and you’ve entered the relevant data into the program, you can find his three dates and get on with your life.
    Her donation to the auction only included three matches. She wouldn’t have to set him up again if none of those woman suited. One batch, she decided, was enough.
    And then, when it was done, she’d walk away for good and Kade Webb would be a memory of the best sex she’d ever experienced.
    As she’d predicted, Wren had made a charming PR story of Rory’s matchmaking gift. Every few weeks, depending on Kade’s schedule, a new “date” for Kade would be introduced to the public. Their likes and dislikes would be posted on the Mavericks’ website with their photos. Pictures and short video clips of their date would be uploaded and the public could comment. Once all three women had been on a date with Kade, the public would vote on their favorite match.
    Such fun and games, Brodie thought. Brodie slipped out of her lightweight cardigan and draped it over her bag. It was hot in the coffee shop, something she’d never experienced before. Usually the air-conditioning made her feel chilly. She also had a headache; damn, she hoped she wasn’t getting sick again. That was all she needed.
    Brodie heard the tinkle of the chimes announcing a new arrival into the coffee shop. She looked toward the door and immediately sighed. Kade embodied business casual in his dark gold chinos, steel-gray jacket and checked shirt under a sweater the color of berries. Successful and urbane. Too sexy for words.
    And she wasn’t the only one reacting to his arrival. She felt the collective intake of female breath and knew many sets of ovaries were shivering in delight. Kade pushed his sunglasses onto the top of his head and looked around. He smiled when he saw her and her heart stumbled. Stupid organ.
    Kade bent down and brushed his lips across her cheek, and she inhaled his cologne. Sandalwood and spice and something all Kade. She felt her nipples prickle and cursed. Yep, the attraction hadn’t lessened one damn bit.
    Annoyed she couldn’t control her reaction to this man, she frowned at him. “You’re late.”
    â€œTwo minutes and hello to you, too,” Kade replied as he sat down. He leaned forward and gripped her chin. “Why are you looking tired? And pale?”
    So nice to know she was looking her best, Brodie thought. “I’m fine.”
    â€œYou sure?”
    â€œI had a chest infection shortly before the auction, maybe it’s coming