Kate crossed her arms in front of her chest. "Hold the cynicism until after the cocktail party, please. You'll also need to complete a session with Arilyn and Kennedy. Depending on their feedback, we'll schedule the proper classes for you."
"What classes? Like sensitivity training? Or How to Give a Woman an Orgasm in Less Than Five Minutes?"
Heat flooded her body as that delicious lower lip tugged upward in a half smile. God, what that mouth could probably accomplish. Her toes curled in her boots, but she held it together. "We'll discuss their recommendations once they meet you. Let's say Sunday afternoon? Completing the classes before the first mixer is more beneficial."
He let out an irritated breath. "Do I have a choice? As long as your colleagues realize I have sensitivity galore and I've already mastered class number two." He paused and drilled her with his gaze. "Many times."
"G-g-g-good. Then you'll be ahead of the game. J-j-just be sure you're open to all suggestions and the journey ahead."
Damn stutter. This man singed her nerves, and she hated lapsing into her familiar weakness. Kate concentrated on music filling her mind and rolling out of her mouth. A few deep, even breaths, and she regained her center.
He held up a hand in mock defeat. "Fine. I'll be open to love and let it all flow. Always hated country music and all that sap."
"You're not listening to the right kind, darlin'," she drawled. "Most are about cheating men and kick-ass women. Or don't you watch Nashville?"
"I surrender."
A silly giggle threatened. Damn, he was funny. She loved a droll, sarcastic sense of humor. Too bad he was everything wrong in a man, and she was the exact opposite of what he wanted in a woman. At least it would save her a bunch of heartbreak, because once a woman fell in love with Slade Montgomery, she'd bet it was for a life sentence. Oxytocin, or whatever the hell it was called, be damned. Kate rose to her feet and walked with him toward the door. He shrugged on his jacket, flicked the button closed, and faced her.
"Thanks for the session, Kate Seymour."
He put out his hand, but she jumped in front of him and rushed out the door. Not yet. She wasn't ready to touch him and get slammed by any raw, sexy energy she might pick up on. She'd save it for matching him with the right woman.
He followed her and almost bumped into the two assessing females blocking his path.
Arilyn and Kennedy broke into bright, welcoming smiles. Kate knew better. They were stalking him, assessing, and couldn't wait to get him on their couch. A flare of appreciation lit both her friends' gazes as they took in his trim physique and gorgeous surfer hair. Kennedy stepped in front of him. "Hi. We wanted to introduce ourselves since you'll be working with us. I'm Kennedy. I'll be helping with social events, makeovers, and anything you need to make your experience better. This is Arilyn. She does relationship counseling and is our internet guru. Welcome to Kinnections."
Slade quirked a brow. Oh yeah, the man was not dumb. He knew they were checking out the fresh meat, and he seemed amused at the concept. "How nice, a welcoming committee. Slade Montgomery."
"Related to Jane?"
"Her brother. Older brother. How is she doing, by the way?"
Arilyn gave a warm smile and completely ignored Kate's obvious throat clearing. "Wonderful. We already have her set up with her first date and she seems much more comfortable with herself."
"Seems a bit quick, doesn't it? She just enrolled. Doesn't she need more advice or time to find the right one?"
"We feel she's ready."
"When is it?"
Kate stepped in front of him and gave Arilyn a glare. "None of your business. We do not discuss our clients with other clients. Right, ladies?"
Arilyn bit her lip. "Oh, I'm sorry. I just thought since they were family . . ."
Slade flashed a confident smile, all gorgeous white teeth. The top one was slightly crooked and kept him looking more rugged rather than pretty. "My fault, no harm done, Arilyn. It was nice to meet both of you."
He strolled out of the office. Kennedy leaned way over to watch him disappear. Then slumped against the wall with a hearty sigh. "Damn, he has a fine ass."
Kate winced. "I swear, if any of our clients heard you speaking like that we'd get sued. We have to be super careful with him. He's out to prove us to be frauds and thinks we steal money from the innocent and use love as the bait."
Kennedy whistled. "Interesting. Well, he's protective of his family, smart, and hot. A perfect trifecta. Why don't you take him for yourself?"
"I don't date clients, Ken. You know that. Besides, I'm done with men."
Her friend clucked her tongue. "Breaking a rule or two won't hurt anyone if you're both interested. You're the one who made that ridiculous law, so you can change it. Maybe you need to mix up your usual boring bread-and-water type with a pizza supreme."
Kate burst into laughter. Arilyn frowned in disapproval. "Though I do love pizza, I'll pass. Anyway, we just went over his list, and I'm the opposite of every trait he desires." She ticked them off. "He prefers brunettes, curvy, conservative background, solid family with no skeletons, master's degree--oh, and no virgins."
Arilyn widened her eyes. "No way. He actually said no virgins?"
"Yep."
Kennedy laughed. "Why are you guys so shocked? Other than our Miss Kate, there are hardly any virgins left in New York anyway."
Arilyn came to her defense. "There's nothing wrong with it. Kate just hasn't met the right one yet. She's not one of these innocents with dreams of picket fences. She only wants a connection."
Kennedy rolled her eyes. "I think you're both nuts. Kate needs to get laid, and you need to eat some meat. These affairs with your yoga teachers are warping your mind." Red color flooded Arilyn's face, but she made a good show at looking offended.
Kate groaned. "It's just a technicality! I've done plenty of foreplay. It's just when it came time, something wasn't right, so I chickened out. No big deal."
Kennedy huffed. "It is a big deal. Foreplay is nice, but you're missing out on the culinary event. You just got a bunch of yummy appetizers but no prime rib dinner."
"Are you hungry? What's up with all these clever food analogies?" Kate asked.
"Stupid diet. I'm getting crankier by the minute."
Arilyn clucked in sympathy. "I have an organic granola bar with dark chocolate. You'll feel better. And leave Kate and her poor virginity alone. She's a pioneer."
Kate groaned and rubbed her hands over her face. "Nightmare material. So, do we agree I'm completely the wrong choice for Mr. Hot Divorce Lawyer?"
"I love lawyers. But yes, I agree. I'm thinking we hook him up with Hannah. Or Emma. They're physically his type, classy but funny."
Kate nodded. "I was thinking the same thing. I'm arranging his cocktail party for next Friday night. Check the site and let me know who you can get, and I'll approve it."
"Got it."
"Oh, and one other thing. Slade committed to the full Kinnections experience in all formats. I think we need to give it to him."
Arilyn grinned. "Oh, yeah. I have some wonderful things lined up for Mr. Hot Lawyer. And trust me, if I sense things correctly, it will revolve around heat."
Kennedy lit up. "He doesn't need much in the makeover department, but I'll take him to the next level. Bring it."
Satisfaction pinged in Kate. "Done. For now I need a glass of wine, music, and distraction. Wanna head to Mugs?"
"Sure. Has anyone heard from Genevieve?"
Kate shook her head. "She was supposed to stop for coffee this morning but never showed. I'll text her to get her ass down here. She's working herself to death at that hospital. I swear, interning is not like they show it on Grey's Anatomy."
Kennedy snickered. "Yeah, but she did land her own Dr. McDreamy. Or was that the other hottie who died? What a waste."
Kate laughed, grabbed her purse, and headed out with her crew.
four
SLADE FLICKED THE Play button on the remote control, closed his laptop, and reached for his Sam Adams. The cherry wheat taste left a pleasant flavor in his mouth and should have satisfied him. He glanced around his home, perfectly decorated and detailed to fit his lifestyle. Luxurious but not overdone or fussy. The sixty-inch flat-screen television gave a nice feel to his man cave. The beverage holders and remote-controlled, heated recliners added to his complete comfort. A fully stocked tiki bar showcased rows of crystal glasses in various styles depending on the drink. His classic favorite comedy, Office Space, boomed from the HD sound system. A bag of chips lay to his right.
Perfect. After years of unrest, drama, and compromise, he finally achieved everything he'd dreamed. The space thrummed with a deep silence he coveted.
The nasty voice stirred and issued a cranky question. Then how come you're bored out of your mind?
Screw you. Leave me alone.
He turned up the volume and took another swig of beer. Women hated Office Space. They never got the humor. They hated messy chips in the living room and clothes that missed the hamper, and the obnoxious old heavy metal music he preferred. Hell, he didn't even have to worry about a pet to feed or walk. He was completely content and alone.
Again.
An image of Kate tumbled past his vision. What was it about her that stirred his interest? Sure, she was the all-American blonde most men lusted after, even more so because she didn't realize it and didn't overdo her natural beauty. She seemed comfortable in her own skin, which was an even bigger turn-on. Yes, his body definitely responded, but if he hadn't, that would've confirmed he was dead.