“Who is Lex?”
“One of my bodyguards.”
“The more the merrier.” Her tone was more ominous than humorous. “But if you think we’ll have a meeting in bits and pieces while I drive, ride with Lex.”
Blaise held up his hands, palms out. “I can wait until we have a block of time.”
“You might be waiting awhile.” She eyed him warily. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
No worries. He’d shown up unexpectedly and asked her to make an exception for their meeting. But that was what he did—tackled issues head-on.
No one got the better of him.
Especially a matchmaker, one who thought she was in control on her home turf.
She wasn’t.
Blaise would let her get the children settled into whatever activity or routine the kids had then they would have their meeting. He would answer her questions, pay her retainer fee, and then go to the airport. He might even make an earlier flight.
He was happy he’d listened to Trevor and Henry.
This would work out…perfectly.
CHAPTER FOUR
As Hadley drove toward the kids’ school, she clutched the Outback’s steering wheel with sweaty palms. She hated driving in San Francisco, which was why she took public transportation. It rarely ran on time, and she didn’t want to be late picking up the kids, so she’d driven Fallon’s car this morning. If only being on the road was the reason for the case of nerves.
A talk show host’s voice droned on the radio. Hadley repositioned her hands. She focused on the traffic, ignoring the man in the passenger seat.
“You okay?” Blaise asked.
“Fine.” Hadley didn’t glance his way. She couldn’t allow herself to be distracted and get in an accident.
“I thought Portland traffic was bad, but I forgot how congested The City is,” he said.
“I prefer taking Muni. I don’t have to deal with traffic or parking.”
No longer tapping on his cell phone, he angled his shoulders in her direction. Well, as much as the seat belt across his chest allowed. “Why are you driving today?”
A woodsy, pine scent kept tickling her nose. “The kids.”
“No school bus?”
She couldn’t tell if the fragrance was his soap or aftershave, but he smelled good, and she forced herself not to take another sniff. “There is, but someone needs to be home when they arrive.”
Potential client, she reminded herself. Emphasis onpotential.
Some people might be flattered that Blaise Mortenson had dropped everything and flown to meet her.
Not Hadley.
The man was trouble with a capital T. Not only because of his money and influence with the clientele who kept her in business. But also because he was a tasty piece of eye candy.
Blaise’s photographs hadn’t done him justice.
His dark chocolate eyes were a shade lighter than his thick hair and neatly trimmed beard. The combination—gorgeous. Wearing a tailored suit and leather shoes, he was the definition of a hottie. Well, if you went for the handsome-as-sin billionaire business type.
“You mentioned your niece and nephew are young,” he said.
