Miss Match by Lindzee Armstrong, Lydia Winters

give up on matchmaking here. Giving up meant admitting it didn’t work. That maybe the little conflicts she and Antonio had experienced lately were a sign of a deeper compatibility issue, whatever their seventy-one percent said.
    “Okay,” she said reluctantly. “I’ll think about Italy, if you let me save Toujour. And if you promise we’ll still get married in California, no matter what.”
    “Deal.” Antonio wrapped a strong hand around the back of her neck. He pulled her toward him, and she sank into his kiss, letting herself think of nothing but how his lips felt against hers.
    Several pleasant moments later, Antonio pulled away. “Are you sure you don’t want to ditch Zoey and move in with me now?”
    Brooke kissed him playfully. “I’m sure.”
    Maybe it’s better if we move. Antonio has to be my first priority now, and Luke needs to find a wife. Maybe we need some distance.
    Luke clearly wasn’t in a place for a real relationship. Maybe she could help match him up with someone who would change his mind.
    She smiled at something Antonio said. Right now, she needed to focus on saving Toujour. She could worry about everything else later.

 
     
     
     
    CHAPTER ELEVEN
     
    Luke stared at the list of names and brought the can of Dr. Pepper to his lips. He pushed the intercom button next to his computer. “I want the stats from the last six months for these six people,” he told his secretary, and immediately rattled off some names.
    “You’re doing good, Luke,” Mitch encouraged. He sat in a chair on the opposite side of the desk, his tablet in hand. “The tech department confirmed they’ll have Talia 2.0 available for pre-order on our website by the end of the week at the latest. And marketing scheduled a meeting for this afternoon to bounce around ideas for advertising the business automation system.” Mitch busily tapped buttons on his tablet. “When will you have a decision on project managers for both those projects?”
    “Hopefully by lunch,” Luke said. “Once Krista gets me their stats, the decision should be easy.” Luckily he’d only been out of touch for two months and still more or less knew which project managers were capable of what. He rolled his shoulders and glanced at the clock in the corner of his computer screen. Nine-sixteen. He shook his head. He hadn’t seen nine a.m. since the funeral.
    Luke’s cell phone buzzed, sliding across the smooth mahogany desk with the movement. Brooke’s ring tone. His heart jumped. She hadn’t answered a single one of his calls since the gala. He was used to her ignoring him for a few days after Antonio got back from a trip, but she usually at least sent a text. He knew she was pissed, and he didn’t know how to fix it. He was desperate to see her. To talk through what had happened at the board meeting.
    “Hey, Brooke.”
    “Where are you?”
    He frowned, looking around his office. “Work.”
    “Seriously? Why?”
    Luke rolled his eyes. Ouch. “Um, because it’s my job. Where are you?”
    “At your apartment. I’ll be at your office in ten.” The phone clicked before Luke could reply.
    “What was that about?” Mitch asked.
    “I’m gonna guess that Brooke’s finally ready to yell at me about the gala.” Luke downed the rest of his Dr. Pepper and sent his computer to screen saver mode. “I won’t be able to focus until after she gets here.”
    Mitch nodded and closed the cover on his tablet. “I’ll go make some calls in my office then. Let me know when you’re done.”
    Luke nodded and Mitch left.
    It was a long fifteen minutes until his secretary announced Brooke’s arrival. Luke tugged at his tie, making sure it was straight. The doors opened and Brooke entered.
    “Hey,” Luke said, giving her a hug. She stood stiff, but then slid her arms around his back for a quick squeeze. Victory. Luke let her pull away. Heaven forbid they violate Rule #2. “Did you come to yell at me about the gala?” he teased, hoping Brooke