Match Me if You Can

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Authors: Susan Elizabeth Phillips
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secure, you can afford to take a flyer on a restaurant.”
    “I tracked the application through FedEx,” Kate said, “so I know you got it. Have you filled it out yet?”
    “Interesting question,” Annabelle chirped. “Let me call you back later so we can discuss it.”
    “Let’s discuss it now.”
    “You’re a prince, Raoul. And thanks for last night. You were the best.” She disconnected, then turned off her phone. There’d be hell to pay, but she’d worry about that later.
    Heath ended his own call and regarded her through those money green, country boy’s eyes. “If you’re going to program your cell to play music, at least make it original.”
    “Thanks for the advice.” She gestured toward the Frappuccino. “Luckily for you, there’s only a slight chance I have diphtheria. Let me tell you, those skin lesions are a bitch.”
    The corner of his mouth kicked up. “Put the drink on my bill.”
    “You don’t have a bill.” She thought of the parking garage where she’d once again been forced to leave Sherman since she hadn’t known how long they’d be gone. “Although I’m starting one today.” She retrieved the questionnaire from her tropical print Target tote.
    He eyed the papers with distaste. “I told you what I’m looking for.”
    “I know. Soldier Field, fart jokes, yada yada. But I need a little more than that. For example, what age group are you thinking of? And please don’t say nineteen, blond, and busty.”
    “He’s been there and done that, right, boss?” Bodie chimed in from the front seat. “For the last ten years.”
    Heath ignored him. “I’ve outgrown my interest in nineteen-year-olds. Let’s say twenty-two to thirty. Nothing older. I want kids, but not for a while.”
    Which made Annabelle, at thirty-one, feel ancient. “What if she’s divorced and already has children?”
    “I haven’t thought about it.”
    “Have you considered religious preference?”
    “No fruitcakes. Other than that, I’m open-minded.”
    Annabelle made a note. “Would you date a woman who doesn’t have a college degree?”
    “Sure. What I don’t want is a woman without a personality.”
    “If you had to describe your physical type in three words, what words would you choose?”
    “Thin, toned, and hot,” Bodie said from the front seat. “He’s doesn’t like a whole lot of booty.”
    Annabelle shifted her own booty deeper into the seat.
    Heath ran his thumb over the metal band of his watch, a TAG Heuer, she noticed, similar to the one her brother Adam had bought for himself when he’d been named St. Louis’s top heart surgeon. “Gwen Phelps isn’t in the phone book.”
    “Yes, I know. What are your turnoffs?”
    “I’m going to find her.”
    “Why would you want to?” Annabelle said a little too hastily. “She’s not interested.”
    “You really don’t think I can be put off that easily, do you?”
    She made a business of clicking her pen and perusing the questionnaire. “Your turnoffs?”
    “Flakes. Gigglers. Too much perfume. Cubs fans.”
    Her head shot up. “I love the Cubbies.”
    “Surprise, surprise.”
    She decided to let that one pass.
    “You never dated a redhead,” Bodie offered.
    A lock of Annabelle’s own red hair chose that moment to fall over her cheek.
    Heath eyed the back of Bodie’s neck where a Maori warrior’s tattoo curled into his shirt collar. “Maybe I should let my faithful manservant answer the rest of your questions, since he seems to have all the answers.”
    “I’m saving her time,” Bodie replied. “She brings you a redhead, you’ll give her grief. Look for women with class, Annabelle. That’s most important. The sophisticated types who went to boarding schools and speak French. She has to be the real thing because he can spot a phony a mile away. And he likes them athletic.”
    “Of course he does,” she said dryly. “Athletic, domestic, gorgeous, brilliant, socially connected, and pathologically submissive. It’ll

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