Chapter 1
“Bly. Jane Bly.”
“Is that like Bond, James Bond?” The woman on the other end of the phone call chuckled at her own joke.
Jane grinned. “We’re cousins.”
Calling her insurance company to report someone had sideswiped her car in the middle of night, leaving the driver’s door inoperable, was not her idea of a fun time, but she’d lucked out with the cheery woman who’d answered her call.
“ Attitude is everything, ” her grandmother used to say.
The insurance company representative certainly had it in spades. Still, she managed to make a task Jane had dreaded an adventure. Especially toward the end of the call when the woman had asked oh-so-casually, “How do you feel about matchmakers?”
“Matchmakers?” Jane asked trying to figure out what that had to do with her car.
“Because I am one,” the woman told her. “And I’m pretty sure I’m supposed to match you up.”
Tom Hanlon’s life was going to the dogs.
Or at least one dog in particular.
There was only one woman in the world who could get him to do something that would make him look like a fool. With her twinkling eyes and tinkling laughter, she had him wrapped around her little finger and she knew it. He’d do just about anything for Aunt Ruby.
Which was how he found himself striding down the street, trying to ignore the stares and titters of everyone he encountered. He held his head high, his chest out. He had nothing to be ashamed of.
There was nothing wrong with helping out an old lady who’d fallen on hard times. He’d agreed to Ruby’s request immediately when she’d told him about Mrs. Ciaffone’s dilemma. He was that kind of guy. The kind who helped out damsels in distress, no matter how old they happened to be.
But he wasn’t the kind of guy who could carry around a little white Maltese named Marshmallow complete with hot pink bows and a blinged-out rhinestone collar and leash without attracting attention. At least they couldn’t tell she smelled like honeysuckle.
Even when he wasn’t toting around the incongruous little dog, he attracted attention. Being six-four and a CrossFit enthusiast pretty much guaranteed him second glances, most of which were appreciative, but some were jealous, and a few were downright lascivious.
But he wasn’t getting those kinds of looks. Most people were amused, some snickered, and a few laughed outright or said something along the lines of, “Macho dog, dude.”
Finally reaching the dog park Mrs. Ciaffone had insisted Marshmallow needed to go to for socialization, Tom entered through the double gate system and gently placed the white ball of fluff on the ground and took off her leash.
She looked up at him quizzically as if unsure what he expected of her next.
“Go play.” He made a shooing motion. “Have fun.”
Slowly she shuffled away, sniffing the ground.
“There you are,” a woman called happily. “I’ve been waiting for you, handsome.”
Tom was pretty sure she was talking to a dog, but he surreptitiously swept the area with his gaze, searching for the source of the voice.
He spotted her sitting on a bench, a dark-haired Latina beauty who seemed to possess some sort of internal sparkle.
She stared at him unabashedly. “Join me.”
He glanced over his shoulder to ascertain she was really talking to him. When he looked back, she patted the bench seat beside her. She flashed a coy, beguiling smile.
Suddenly the trip to the dog park didn’t feel quite so bad.
He strolled over. “Hello.”
“Hi. Do you come here often?”
He blinked, taken aback by the cheesy pick-up line. “It’s my first time.”
“Oh yeah. You’re definitely the right one.” She sounded extremely pleased with herself. She extended her hand. “I’m Armani Vasquez.”
It was then that Tom realized the woman’s left hand and leg were misshapen and hung limply at her side. If he had to guess, he’d say her injuries were the result of some sort of
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