“Did you play football?” Barrie said with breathless intensity.

“I played college ball, but I wasn’t good enough to be more than a benchwarmer for the pros, so I passed.”

“You turned down a chance to play for the pros?”

“I don’t do anything where I can’t be the best.”

What about doing something just for fun? Annabelle wondered. Again, she thought of her work-obsessed brothers.

Barrie pushed her shampoo-model hair back over one shoulder. “Where did you go to college?”

“I got my undergraduate degree at the University of Illinois, then grabbed a chance to go to Harvard Law.”

“You went to Harvard?” Barrie exclaimed. “Oh my God, I’m so impressed. I always wanted to go to a big West Coast school, but my parents couldn’t afford it.”

Heath blinked.

Annabelle grabbed her green phantom and calculated how quickly she could set up his next date.

Your friend sure won’t be bringing the cheese dip to the next MENSA potluck,” Heath said, after Barrie left the restaurant.

Annabelle resisted the urge to drain her green phantom. “Maybe not, but you’ve got to admit that she’s gorgeous.”

“Sweet, too. But I expected better from you, especially after answering all those stupid questions yesterday.”

“They weren’t stupid. And there’s a big difference between what men say they want in a woman and what they really want.”

“So this was a test?”

“Sort of. Maybe.”

“Don’t do it again.” He leveled his roughneck’s gaze at her. “I’m crystal clear about what I want, and Barrie—while admittedly hot—isn’t it.”

Annabelle gazed wistfully toward the doorway. “If I could put my brain in her body, the world would be mine for the taking.”

“Ease up, Dr. Evil. The next candidate is due in five minutes, and I have a call to make. Keep her entertained till I get back, will you?”

“The next—? I didn’t—”

But he’d already disappeared into a back room. She shot up, ready to go after him, only to see a stylishly dressed blonde enter. With her Escada suit and Chanel bag, she had the stamp of Power Matches all over her. Was he serious? Did he really expect her to entertain a competitor’s candidate?

The woman glanced around the bar. Despite her designer duds, she seemed unsure of herself, and Annabelle’s Good Samaritan instinct reared its namby-pamby head. She fought it for almost thirty seconds, but the woman looked so uncomfortable that she finally gave in and made her way to her side. “Are you looking for Heath Champion?”

“Yes, I am.”

“He got called away for a few minutes. He asked me to keep an eye out for you. I’m Annabelle Granger, his…” She hesitated. Saying she was his backup matchmaker was out of the question, and she couldn’t stomach saying she was his assistant, so she settled on the next best thing. “I’m Heath’s boss.”

“Melanie Richter.” The woman took in Annabelle’s khaki skirt and fitted persimmon jacket—which, next to all the Escada, wasn’t too impressive. Still, she didn’t seem judgmental, and she had a friendly smile. “Being a woman in such a male-dominated field must be challenging.”