arranged by Lunch by the Bay, Jess became even more infuriated. It was worse now that she knew it was Will’s company. It proved just how little he thought of her.
She could practically hear his recitation of all the reasons why he didn’t want to match her with any of the men paying for his service. He thought she was flighty. He thought her dating history was too erratic. He knew her too darned well—or thought he did—and didn’t want to risk his stupid company’s reputation by pairing her up with some poor sap.
Just thinking about the way he’d dismissed her made her see red. Add in the fact that he’d never even acknowledged her enrollment in the service and that he didn’t have the courage to return her money, and she was ready to tear into him if they ever crossed paths.
Not that she intended to go looking for him, of course. In fact, it might be best if they didn’t cross paths for months, maybe even years.
And then, long before she’d had a chance to work off her full head of steam, she spotted him in the bar at Brady’s on a rare Friday night away from the inn.
“There he is, the worm,” she grumbled to Connie and Laila as she got to her feet. The two glasses of wine she’d consumed on an empty stomach made her a little unsteady.
“Sit back down,” Connie pleaded. “Dillon Brady may adore you, but he will not be happy if you cause a scene in his restaurant. It’s the classiest place in town. He doesn’t condone bar brawls.”
Jess turned her attention to Connie. “Then Will should leave,” she declared. “He’s scum. He’s impossible. He’s annoyingly judgmental. And he’s a coward to boot.”
“Talking about me, I assume,” Will said, pulling out a chair to join them.
Connie gave him a warning look. “This may not be the best time,” she murmured.
“Oh, I’m used to having Jess take potshots at me,” he responded easily. “It’s what she does whenever she thinks I’m getting the best of her in a discussion. Instead of offering rational arguments, she resorts to personal attacks.”
Jess’s temper kicked up another notch at his thoroughly condescending tone. “We don’t argue,” she retorted. “You’re just plain stuffy and pompous. You utter decrees as if they’re the gospel truth and we mere mortals shouldn’t dare to question you.”
Will stared at her incredulously. “When have I ever done that?”
“All the time,” she said.
“Name once,” he challenged.
Jess faltered and took a sip of her wine. Unfortunately, specific instances seemed to be lost in the depths of her faintly inebriated brain. “I don’t have to. You know I’m right,” she said, proud of her evasive maneuver.
Will, blast him, merely smiled in that superior way he had that always set her teeth on edge.
“Oh, go away,” she said irritably.
“Not five minutes ago I thought you had things you wanted to say to me. Now’s your chance. Go for it.”
“I changed my mind. It would be a waste of breath. You never listen to a word I say, or at least you never take anything I say seriously.”
“No, go ahead,” he urged. “Bring it on. I can take it.”
Connie sighed. “I think I’ll go up to the bar and get another drink. Laila, you want anything?”
“Are you kidding?” Laila said, standing up. “I’m coming with you.”
“I’ll have more wine,” Jess said.
“Not a chance,” Connie replied.
Her two friends left her sitting there with Will, who seemed to be waiting patiently for her to say something.
“Well?” he urged. “Does this have anything to do with you seeing me at Panini Bistro with a woman last week? You seemed upset.”
“I was not upset,” she said. “Why would I be upset? You mean nothing to me. Less than nothing.”
He didn’t look as if he bought her denial. “Then what’s going on in that head of yours? You’re obviously ticked off at me about something. More than usual, in fact. Just get it out in the open, so we can deal with it.”
“That’s your solution for everything, isn’t it? Talk it to death.”
“I find communication to be helpful, yes,” he said, fighting a smile. “Try it, why don’t you?”
She wanted really badly to wipe the smug expression from his face. “Okay, fine,” she said. “Why haven’t you matched me up with anyone on that stupid computer system of yours? I have half a mind to charge you with fraud or something.”
He lifted a brow. “Fraud?”
“You promise to find dates for people. I paid my money, and I haven’t had a single date! You haven’t even had the gumption just to tell me you’re never going to match me with anyone.”
“Right now there’s no one in the system who’d be a good match,” he said. “I’m adding new clients every day, though. The perfect guy could come along tomorrow.”
“Nice spin,” she said. “We both know it’s because you don’t think I’m good enough. You think I’m a messed-up scatterbrain, and you’re not willing to put your precious reputation on the line to recommend me to one single client.”
To his credit, Will looked genuinely stunned by the accusation. “That’s what you think?”
“It’s what I know,” she said stubbornly, unable to keep a hurt note out of her voice. “You’re supposed to be my friend, even though you know about the ADD. That doesn’t make me a bad person, Will Lincoln. You, of all people, should get that. It doesn’t mean I can’t have a decent relationship. Maybe I haven’t had one up to now, but if this system of yours were any good, you could find the right man for me.”
Will shook his head as her tirade wound down. “You are without a doubt the most exasperating, infuriating, mixed-up woman I have ever known.”
“See?” she said, seizing on his words. “That’s exactly what I mean. You have a very low opinion of me.”
“Hush,” he said, sliding his chair closer.
“Why?”
“Just hush,” he repeated, reaching out a hand to cup the back of her neck.
Jess was so startled, she simply stared at him. “Will?”
He gave her an exasperated look. “Do you not know how to be quiet for just ten seconds?”
He leaned forward and sealed his mouth over hers. The kiss did what nothing else had done. It silenced her. In fact, it pretty much knocked her senseless. Will’s mouth was firm, persuasive, tender.
When he released her, she blinked. “Will?” This time when she murmured
