For a moment I’m tempted to book the earlier slot; that way, I could do dinner and get home in time to still catch most of the game. But no matter how skeptical I am about this whole “matchmaking” thing, I can’t go on a date half-assed, staring at the clock to check the minutes until the game starts and I can be out of the restaurant. It’s just plain rude, and I don’t want to be that guy. Besides, Miss Bishop will be the first woman I take out after Brenda left, and if I’m jumping back on the horse, I’d better do it with proper riding boots—metaphorically speaking. Not to mention my office is at stake, and it’d be worth going on an amazing date just to see Medusa sweat a little. Will the agency have already set her up on her own blind date? Poor bastard, he has no idea what—

“Sir?” the woman on the other side of the line prompts me.

“Sorry, those are not ideal times for me. Can I think for a moment and call you back?”

“Sure, but I suggest you decide fast, because the last free tables might be gone soon.”

“I will, thank you.”

I hang up and call the second place, which, unfortunately, is booked solid for Saturday night.

The third time’s the charm, and I find a perfect eight o’clock table available to book. I make the reservation and fire a quick email to Jennifer. I can’t handle two conversations in a day with my Dating Specialist.

Her reply comes in right away.

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Subject: Re: Dinner Reservation

Wonderful choice, Dr. Keller, I’ve heard fantastic things about the Boucherie. I’m sure Miss Bishop will appreciate the care you’ve put into selecting this location.

I wish you the best of luck with your first date. You can expect to hear from me on Monday to collect your feedback on the night and receive Miss Bishop’s impressions of you.

And remember, true love is just one date away…

Yours,

Jennifer

Jennifer Harlow

Listen to Your Heart Dating Specialist since 2005

Garrett had better be right about the agency, because I’m feeling a strong urge to kick him in the butt at the moment.

Nine

Vivian

“It’s been a pleasure working with you, Mrs. Parker,” I say, as I get up to walk my client to the door. “Or should I say, Miss George?”

Her eyes light up. “Miss George, please,” she says. “I can’t wait to go back to using my maiden name.”

“Well, now that the divorce is final, we can certainly make that happen. I’ll submit the paperwork for you and send word as soon as the name change goes through.”

“Wonderful.”

We shake hands, and I walk her out of the office.