Morgan stopped her pacing. "He's that guy from the coffee shop. The one who you thought wasintome."
"Thehotone?"
Another growling sound came from Morgan. "The arrogant one. He thinks I'm some kind of villain and has decided to tell everyone I playfavorites."
"Is it true?" Harmony looked at the envelope with her name on it. If Morgan played favorites, where did that put her? Would she get a good match because they were friends, or would she get the throwaway guy who wasn’t a good fit for anyone for the samereason?
"Iswhattrue?"
Harmony closed her eyes and sighed. "That you play favorites. Did someone win the gift card, and you choose a new winner because you didn'tlikehim?"
Morgan slowly nodded her head. "It was Declan. He was thewinner."
The plotthickened.
"How did he evenfindout?"
Morgan sat down in the chair beside Harmony's desk. "I told him," she saidquietly.
"Youwhat?"
Morgan lifted her hands. "I told Declan I gave it to someone else because I thought he was a jerk. And then he decided I was the worst kind of person, even though I bought another gift card and brought it to him as a peace offering. I don't know what I'm goingtodo."
Harmony didn't know what to say. It was like a soap opera. She'd never been the maternal type and wasn't sure how to comfort her. Although, she was pretty sure a robotic pat on Morgan’s head wasn’t the appropriateresponse.
Morgan looked up at Harmony, tucking back a strand of blond hair that had fallen into her face. "I made some bad choices, but it would mean a lot to me if you could just pretend you didn't read that article and act like you were looking forward to seeing the match Ibroughtyou."
Harmony rubbed her hands over her arms. Morgan was a great co-worker, and seemed to get along with everyone, except for Declan apparently. But she also seemed completely in over her head with the Date Maker. Harmony didn’t know what to think. "Idon'tknow."
"Give him a chance, please? And if it's horrible, we'll go fromthere.Okay?"
Ugh. She hated when Morgan used her sweet voice and gave her the puppy-dog eyes. Who could deny her? After a couple of beats, Harmony stuck her handout. "Fine."
She expected to feel paper in her hand—even a handshake—but Morgan jumped up quickly and hugged Harmony tightly. "Thank you so much. I promise you won't regret it." She stepped back. "I have a giant pile of dates to deliver, so I'm gonna run. Can't wait to hear what you think of yourmatch."
Almost as quickly as she had embraced Harmony, Morgan was racing out the door of the room and down the hall to her next victim—er, “client”. She'd left the envelope onHarmony'sdesk.
Harmony sat in the chair that Morgan had occupied minutes earlier and opened the envelope carefully. Inside was a picture of her match and a detailed outline of a date she would be havingwithhim.
Her date’s name was Pax. He had blond hair, blue eyes, and a jawline that made her suddenly realize she had a thing for jawlines. There was a hint of stubble on his cheeks that she couldn't wait to run her fingers across. He was one of the best looking guys she'd ever seen. If he looked nearly as good in person as he did in the photograph, Harmony would be onehappygirl.
She looked at the piece of paper outlining their date together. It was dinner at a hip restaurant downtown, and then one of those classes where everyone painted the same thing. Harmony had never been to one, but had seen the artwork that came out of places like that—flowers in mason jars, beach scenes at sunset, lots ofbirds.
It wasn't her ideal activity, but sneaking another peek at Pax, she decided that Morgan knew what she was doing when she put them together. It was probably less about the actual date, and more about the type of feelings it wouldevoke.
The two of them would be feeling creative, and Harmony knew that could raise your endorphins. Endorphins made you happy. Anyone who'd ever seenLegally Blondeknewthat.
Harmony opened the screen of her computer again, rereading the article Declan posted. She remembered him coming into work and flirting with Morgan. The poor girl had been oblivious to his advances, which was so typicallyMorgan.
And while Harmony would never admit it, he was one of the two reasons she’dsignedup.
Was it possible he was jealous of other people's matches? Because no matter how Harmony looked at it, one gift card wasn't enough to write such hateful things, even if it wasfor$100.
It didn’t matter. Harmony didn't have time to think about the article, or Declan, or even Morgan. She had a date the following evening with Mr. Jawline and only had twenty-four hours to find the perfect thingtowear!
"What wasyour first impression ofHarmony?"
"Ithoughtshe was the most beautiful woman I'deverseen."
