She almost patted his hand but thought better of it. “Best you not know.” Best no one knew. She wasn’t evil. That data was safe in her hands. Ignorance was bliss. “And yeah, I could have easily found you, but I thought you were a dick.” Even then, she’d wanted to track him down, but had resisted.
His smile was faint. He tilted his head up to the sun. “I hope you don’t think I’m a dick now.”
She didn’t think he was.So hard not to write people off.“I don’t want to think I slept with some bad boy football jock. My instincts about this sort of thing are usually good. I don’t do assholes.”
“You must have felt like you couldn’t trust your instincts when I ghosted you. I’m sorry for that too.”
She jerked one shoulder up, another knot in her belly dissolving. Her confidence in herselfhadbeen rattled. For other women, agreeing to a second date was probably nothing. For her, it had been a huge concession.
Instincts were all a person had in this world where anybody could be out to hurt you. Her gut was her only defense. She had to have confidence in it.
“You won’t find any stories about that kind of bad behavior from me. No string of pissed ex-lovers, no arrests, no complaints. You can google me, if you want.” His head dipped. “You might find other stories, but not those.”
“Then I won’t google you.”
“Should I google you?”
“No,” she said flatly, though she wasn’t sure why. She shouldn’t care if he found some dude screaming about her on YouTube and repeating rumors from four years ago, but she did.
“Fine. A mutual no-googling pact.” He shifted and pulled his phone out of his pocket. He grimaced. “It’s Tina. They need to start getting me micced soon.”
Ah, shit. Rhiannon straightened. All this time, and they hadn’t even gotten to business yet. “Look, the apology is nice and all, but I didn’t actually come here only for that. I want something else from you.”
His dark eyes flashed up to hers, and there was something so hot and knowing in them, she shivered.
She hadn’t slept with the same guy twice in the last few years. She scratched, she left. There was an intimacy in sitting on the same bench with a man who had been inside her. All the little hairs on her arms stood up.Stuff everything down.“Not that,” she said sharply.
His lashes lowered. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
She rose to her feet, the better to ground herself. “Walk with me.”
Without complaint, he followed suit, matching his wider strides to hers. “I want to buy Matchmaker,” she said, as quietly as she could.
His steps faltered and he stopped. “I’m sorry, what?”
She clasped her hands behind her and faced him. This was better. Business was more comfortable than the nebulous world of feelings and emotions and interpersonal relationships. “I want to buy the company.”
Samson scratched his chin. “I think you’re confused. I don’t own enough of Matchmaker for you to buy it.”
Her eyes narrowed and she pounced on that new information. “But you own some of it?”
“A tiny percentage. Not enough for it to matter.”
That was good to know. “You know Annabelle Kostas personally. She introduced your parents to each other. She owns a beach house in your hometown.”
His mouth dropped open. “How do you... how do you know that?”
“You said it.”
“I didn’t say anything about her owning a house in Cayucos,” he said sharply. “Were you in Cayucos for myaunt? She was your business there?”
“She’s youraunt?”
He pinched the bridge of his nose. She thought he was angry, but then she realized he was laughing. “Oh Jesus. So you went there to get to her and we met? By pure chance of our fingers swiping?” He chuckled. “What are the odds?”
Rhiannon tried to redirect. She didn’t want to think aboutthe moment she’d swiped right on him, not at all. “We need to get back to the aunt thing. If you’re her nephew, why weren’t you and your uncle living in her beach house?”
He sobered. “You knew which house was hers?”
