His grin returned. “They did. We started dating about a month ago and now she’s living with me.”
As much as Dominique liked to hear that a match she arranged was working out, she also wondered if things weren’t moving a little too quickly between the selkie and Nova.
Torin seemed to read her mind because he said, “Nova thinks we’re moving too fast but I know, down in my soul, that she’s it for me and I’m it for her.” His eyes twinkled. “Now, I just have to convince her that I’m right.”
Dominique remembered thinking that Torin Gallagher was the type of man who not only knew exactly what he wanted but would do whatever was necessary to attain it. It appeared as though she was correct in her initial assessment of him a few months ago.
“Anyway, I wanted to stop by and invite both of you to come by the restaurant for a complimentary meal any time you’d like. If you want to bring a date or come together, separately, it doesn’t matter. Just give your name to the waitstaff or Nova and Addie and the meal will be comped.”
Dominique blinked. “Why, that’s a lovely offer, Mr. Gallagher, but I don’t think—”
“Whether you and Veronica realize it or not, you helped me find my perfect match. I want to do this for you both.”
Dominique softened. “It is a very lovely gesture. Perhaps Veronica and I could come for lunch one day soon.”
He nodded. “Or dinner. Feel free to come by any time that’s convenient.” He winked at Veronica. “And thanks for your advice.”
Veronica’s face flushed and she murmured, “You’re welcome.”
“Well, I have to get back to work. I hope I see you at Gallagher’s soon,” he said.
“Good-bye, Mr. Gallagher,” Dominique said. “I’m sure we will see you soon.”
He lifted a hand as he walked away. The door swung open just as he reached it and he nodded at whoever was holding it.
In the late afternoon glare of the sun, Dominique couldn’t quite make out who it was.
After Torin disappeared, another male entered. He was the walking, talking embodiment of tall, dark, and handsome.
Maybe even better looking than Torin.
He stalked into the office as if he was on a mission his face clouded with anger.
Dominique hadn’t met him before, and he made a beeline for Veronica. This must be one of the new clients, she realized.
“Mr. Bayat,” Veronica greeted the man, her voice stiff.
Though Dominique wasn’t an empath, even she could feel the hot waves of anger rolling off the man.
“We need to talk,” he said, his voice deep and booming.
Dominique knew that if she could feel his frustration, that it would be ten times worse for Veronica.
“Of course,” she said. “I’m Dominique Proxa, the owner of Mystical Matchmakers. I’m sorry we haven’t met before.”
He glanced down at her outstretched hand, and, for a moment, Dominique thought he was going to ignore it. However, good manners won out and he gave her hand a short but firm shake.
“Hello,” he said. “I’m Jasper Bayat. It’s nice to meet you, Ms. Proxa, but I would like to speak with Veronica.”
Dominique glanced over at her assistant and saw that her face, while still a bit pale, was beginning to regain color. Perhaps she was getting a handle on the strong emotions that Mr. Bayat was broadcasting.
“You seem upset. Perhaps it’s best if you tell me what’s troubling you.”
The man shot her a look of pure black fire and Dominique got the distinct impression that she was annoying him even more than he already was.
“I would prefer to deal with Veronica,” he stated firmly.
Before Dominique could say something to diffuse the situation and hopefully convince him to speak with her instead, Veronica spoke up.
