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.It was first owned by her great grandmother, then her mother and now her.It was her home and her workplace.She spotted Melanie sitting out on the patio with her laptop.“Good morning,” she said.Melanie looked up from her laptop and smiled happily, bracing her oversized straw hat against the warm breeze.“Good morning.How are you feeling?”Jazz took a deep breath and nodded.“Great.You?”“Wonderful.There’s coffee in the pot.Help yourself.”“Thanks,” Jazz said as she walked to the marble-topped buffet and poured herself a cup.She carried the china cup to the seat across from Melanie and sat down.“You’re working already?”Melanie smiled.“I’m always working.My grandmother once told me that matchmaking is a calling, not a nine-to-five job.She was right.I didn’t quite understand what she was talking about until I took over the business from my mother.And our Platinum Society’s morning meetings are the best part of my day.” She smiled contentedly.“I still don’t see how you do it.”“It’s a joy, and I really love what I do.”“Are you setting up a match now?” Jazz asked, seeing Melanie focused on the laptop’s screen again.“No, actually this is something neither my mother nor my grandmother had to contend with.I’m blogging.”“You blog?”“Of course.This is the twenty-first century, and there’s a whole new world to communicate with.That means keeping up with technology.I use MySpace and Facebook.I blog and I Twitter.”“What are you blogging about this morning?”“Last night’s party, of course.It was a huge success.I arranged two very promising in-person meetings and got several potential clients.”“In-person meetings?” Jazz asked, instantly thinking of Devon.“You mean where the two people actually meet for the first time?”Melanie nodded.“You know that my clients are very wealthy and very busy people.Some of them prefer to meet their matches in less formal ways.For them I throw small parties.I also invite friends and associates to make the evening less obvious and more enjoyable.”“So, a few of your clients met their matches last night?” Jazz asked.Melanie nodded as she checked her cell phone for text messages.Knowing that Devon was one of Melanie’s clients, Jazz wondered if he’d met his match and, if so, who she was.“Devon is one of your clients.Did he meet his match?”“He met several,” Melanie said.Jazz wasn’t sure what that meant or how she felt about it.She just knew that it made her uncomfortable.Of course, it wasn’t that she liked him or anything like that.She didn’t know him.It was just that he was the first man to make her feel anything in a long time.“Did you enjoy yourself last night?” Melanie asked as she finished texting and looked across the table.“Yes, I had a nice time.Thank you for insisting that I attend.”“Is that what I did, insist?” Melanie asked innocently.“Yes, you did, adamantly,” Jazz said, smiling.“I’m a smart lady,” Melanie said, congratulating herself shamelessly.Jazz smiled and nodded in agreement.“It was good to see you out and with people last night.Now, what are your plans today?”Jazz had secluded herself in Melanie’s house for weeks.The farthest she’d gone was down the beach a bit then back to the house.The whole idea of seeing her face on the cover of another tabloid sickened her.“Nothing major, why?”“We have a dinner engagement this evening.”“We?”“Yes, Devon Hayes asked you and me to dinner this evening.I already accepted.”“Melanie…”“Ahh,” Melanie said, holding her hand up to halt her next comment.“You said you were ready to get back out into the world.A nice quiet dinner with friends is the perfect setting.Besides, I couldn’t turn him down.He wants to thank you for last night.Apparently you rescued him from a tricky predicament.” Jazz half smiled.“Do you know what he’s talking about?”“Yes, I helped him with a pest problem.”“I see.”“But inviting me to dinner isn’t necessary.He’s your client, and I’m sure you two have things to discuss.”“Not really.This is purely social.That’s why it’s the perfect outing for you.”“I don’t do sports.”“I doubt we’ll be playing sports this evening.”“You know what I mean.”“Jazz, two athletes broke your heart.It doesn’t mean every man will, does it? Nor does it mean every man who plays a sport will.Trust me on this.”“Fine, I’ll go with you.”“Excellent.I should be back in time, but if not, I’ll meet you there.”“What do you mean, meet me there? Where are you going?”“Into the city.Veronica and I have a few clients to see, and I’m holding a look-see for potential clients.Dinner’s at six.” She gathered her laptop and cell phone from the table.“Don’t worry.I’ve known the Hayes family for years.Devon’s one of the good guys.He may come off a bit macho at times, but he’s definitely a nice guy.Here’s the address in case I’m running late.” She handed Jazz a piece of paper then looked at her watch.“It’s getting late.I had better get started.I’ll see you this evening.”Jazz took a sip of her coffee.She let the hot liquid slip down her throat, warming her insides as it went.She’d told Melanie that she was ready to get back out into the world, but all of a sudden she wasn’t so sure anymore.Melanie was a matchmaker, and it was obvious what she was doing.Last night’s party was a rude awakening.It didn’t bother her that she was at times stared at and even ogled; she was used to that.What bothered her was Devon.Her impulsiveness was so unlike her.She had never just walked up and kissed a man she didn’t know.Why she did it last night she had no idea.No, she did know.It wasn’t necessarily to help Devon, although she used that as an excuse.It was because she wanted to know what it felt like to kiss him.And then it wasn’t just a kiss.Now she’d be spending the evening with him.But thankfully Melanie would be there with her.By the time afternoon came, the weather had turned dismal, overcast and drizzly.Jazz’s mood, not surprisingly, had turned with it.She spent most of the day in quiet meditation.That morning she sat out on the covered patio with a stack of scripts in front of her [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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