Free Pregnant by the Maverick Millionaire by Joss Wood Page A

back.”
    â€œAre you coughing? Short of breath? Should you see a doctor?”
    â€œI’m fine, Webb. Jeez, stop fussing.” She pulled her tablet toward her, hitting the power button. “Shall we get started?”
    â€œTired and pale and grumpy . Can I order some coffee first?” Kade tapped her hand with his finger and waited until she met his eyes. “This situation is crazy enough without us snapping at each other.”
    She heard the rebuke in his voice and blushed. She was acting like a child. Okay, it wasn’t the ideal situation, but she shouldn’t be taking her bad mood out on him. He didn’t want to be set up any more than she wanted to set him up and he was right, it would be a lot easier if she acted like an adult, even better if she could be friendly.
    Pull yourself together, Stewart.
    Brodie straightened her shoulders and sent him an apologetic smile. “Sorry. Hi...how are you?”
    Kade nodded. “Good. Sorry we haven’t been able to meet before this but I’ve been swamped.”
    Brodie had realized that. If the papers weren’t talking about his upcoming dates, then they were discussing the Mavericks’ purchase of Josh Logan, superstar wing, the negotiations to buy the franchise and the legal action against the Mavericks for unfair dismissal by the former star rookie. “What do your lawyers say?”
    â€œAbout the dismissal?” Kade asked to clarify. He shrugged. “He’s wasting his time, and mine, but we all know that. He doesn’t have a leg to stand on. It’s just a pain in my ass, to be frank.” Kade scowled at her tablet. “As are these stupid dates. Seriously, Brodie, I don’t want to answer your questions...just choose three women and let’s get it over with. Nobody will know but us.”
    She wished she could but it went against her nature to cut corners. Besides, her questionnaire revealed a lot about her clients and she was curious about Kade.
    Not professional, but what the hell? They’d never date and this was the only way she’d be able to assuage her curiosity. “I can’t enter the data until I have the answers and I can’t match you until I have the data.”
    â€œHow long does it take?” Kade demanded as Jan approached their table.
    â€œAn hour for the long version, half hour if you only answer the compulsory questions.” Brodie looked at Jan. “Kade, this is my friend Jan. Jan, Kade Webb.”
    â€œI figured.” Jan shook his hand. “What can I get you, Kade? Brodie here usually has a coffee milk shake.”
    Brodie shuddered. She couldn’t stomach it today. Too rich...
    â€œNot today, Jan. I’ll just have a glass of water.”
    Jan frowned at her. “You okay?”
    â€œI’m feeling a little flu-ey,” Brodie reluctantly admitted. “Hot, a little dizzy and I have a headache.” Jan put her hand on her forehead and Brodie slapped it away. “I don’t have a temperature and I’ll see a doctor if I start coughing, okay?”
    â€œWhen did you last eat?” Jan demanded.
    Maybe that was what was wrong with her. She’d had soup for supper last night and she’d skipped breakfast. She was, she realized, starving. A hamburger would chase away her malaise. “I am hungry.” She turned to Kade. “Jan’s hamburgers can cure anything from depression to smallpox. Do you want one?”
    Kade nodded. “I can eat.”
    Brodie ordered two cheeseburgers with everything and when Jan left, Brodie smiled at Kade. “Her burgers are really good.” She reached into her bag, pulled out her reading glasses and slid them onto her face. “Shall we get started?”
    * * *
    Kade had never considered glasses to be sexy but Brodie’s black-rimmed frames turned her green eyes, already mesmerizing, to a deep emerald. He loved her eyes, he thought as he answered questions about his