you meet me at Café Lombard at six this evening?”
“I’ll be there.” There was a click on the line as he ended the call.
Had she made him mad? Her time was valuable too. Tanner had come to her for help. He was going to have to meet her halfway, do his part to help find the perfect match for him. That required energy. If their conversation at the café didn’t go well, she’d just tell him that he needed to go elsewhere for assistance.
* * *
Café Lombard was a small establishment at the bottom of Lombard Street, which was famous for being the curviest street in the world. Flowers bloomed between each of the curves, making it a fun street to look at but not to drive along. Tanner wasn’t a fan of quaintness and this was one of the most picturesque places in San Francisco. When he arrived right at six, he spotted Whitney sitting at a table for two in the patio area.
Again her shoulder-length hair was primly pulled back into a controlled mass at the nape of her neck. She wore a simple blouse that gave little hint of her body shape and with that were a pair of black pants and flat shoes. There was nothing flamboyant about her. She looked as if she wanted to blend in, go unnoticed.
He started across the street toward her. She glanced up. A smile came to her lips as she waved at him. Now that expression stood out. It encouraged him to return it and he did.
Tanner joined her at the table.
“You’re not going to grab me, are you?” She put a chair between them.
“Not unless you want me to. Look, I’m sorry about that. I just didn’t want my colleagues asking a lot of questions. It was easier to pretend you were my girlfriend.”
“I guess I can understand that.”
He dropped into the chair across from her.
“Would you like something to drink or eat? It’s on me, of course,” Whitney offered.
She seemed to have already forgotten his invasion of her personal space. She was a good sport. “Thank you. I’m starved. But I can get my own.”
The waiter came to their table.
“I’ll have a cob salad and a water,” Whitney said.
“And I’ll have a steak sandwich with fries with a large lemonade.”
The waiter left. Whitney quirked a corner of her mouth up as if perplexed by something.
“What?” Tanner asked.
“Lemonade? You seem more like a beer guy.”
“I am, but I’m on call.”
“Ah, that makes sense.” She appeared to approve.
He leaned forward and crossed his arms on the table. “I’m sorry I was so abrupt with you on the phone. I’ve just been super busy this month. Under a lot of pressure.”
She smiled. “I understand. I’ll try to keep this short and sweet.”
“So what did you need to see me about?”
“I’ve found some potential dates I think you might be interested in. I’d like you to review their files and see what you think. Then I’ll set up a social with the one you like best.” Whitney pushed a pink folder toward him.
Pink seemed an appropriate color for a matchmaker. At least her office supplies had some flair. Tanner opened the folder to find a printed page with the name of a woman at the top and information about her. He looked at Whitney. “No picture? I don’t get to see what they look like?”
“Not until you meet them. I think a lasting relationship should be based on something more than looks. I want my clients to see beyond the surface.”
“Interesting.” Was there something peculiar about that belief? She no doubt believed in true love and happily-ever-after. He’d learned long ago not to believe in fairy tales. He flipped through the other pages. The women seemed interesting but a couple of them owned their own businesses. He picked up their sheets. “These don’t look like they would have time to devote to children, take on social obligations.”
“They both assure me that they would be willing to change their lifestyle for the right person. We can put them at the bottom of the list, if you wish, however.”
“Have you spoken to them about me?” He didn’t relish the idea of being discussed like a piece of merchandise. Yet he was doing the same thing in regards to those women.
She took the women’s profiles from him and placed the open file on the table between them both. “I didn’t disclose your name or picture but, yes, they have reviewed your profile as well.”
“So this is how it works.”
“Yes.”
The waiter returned with their meals. Neither of them said anything until he left.
Whitney leaned forward with a reassuring smile on her lips. “It’s not as painful as you might think. All my clients are interested in finding the same thing. Happiness with someone.”
She made it sound like this was about a love match. A ride off into a beautiful sunset. “I’m more interested in someone who’s compatible and interested in the same things as I am.”
“I think if you spend some time reading this information—” she tapped the folder with her well-manicured, unpolished index finger “—you’ll find these are all women worth meeting. They’re all very lovely people.”
Tanner took a bite out of his sandwich as he flipped the pages back and forth. He continued to eat and review the women’s information. A couple of them sounded like they might work. He glanced at Whitney. She was sitting straight with one hand in her lap, eating her salad. Her manners were excellent.
He pushed two sheets toward her. “I think I would like to start with these.”
She put her fork down and looked at the papers then nodded. “These are good choices. I’ll see about setting up socials. I’ll let you know when and where to meet.”
“How will I know them?”
There was that reassuring lift of the lips again. “I’ll be there to introduce you. It’s very uncomfortable to wait for a person you don’t know so I’ll make the introductions and then leave you to get to know each other.”
“So that’s all there is to it?” He closed the folder and nudged it back toward her.
She moved her half-eaten salad away and took the folder. “That’s it, except for the bill.”
He raised a brow and grinned. “I thought you were getting the meal.”
“I am, but there’s the charge for my services so far.” Whitney reached into her purse, removed an envelope and handed it to him.
“Did you add extra for meeting me at the airport and the hug and kiss?”
Whitney
