Max Sheraton and Lia McEvers have been rivals since childhood. Lia's back in her hometown to open a new branch of her matchmaking business, True Connections. Soon, their attraction turns explosive enough to break down the antagonism between them. But Lia has a secret that's chased her home...and that may be the one thing that can stop Lia and Max from making the true connection they so desperately crave.
By Clarissa Yip
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Lia "McEvil" is back in town, and Max is in trouble.
Max Sheraton and Lia McEvers have been rivals since childhood. Not even the kiss that chased Lia away could make them stop fighting. Now, five years later, Lia's back in her hometown of Grant to open a new branch of her matchmaking business, True Connections–and Max finds himself in the line of fire when their families conspire for Max to make a connection of his own. Under pressure from both their grandmothers, Lia and Max embark on a scheme to find Max a suitable match, but it doesn't take a compatibility profile to tell the real connection is between Max and Lia. Between sizzlingly hot kisses that turn into tempestuous fights, their attraction turns explosive enough to break down the antagonism between them.
But Lia has a secret that's chased her home…and that may be the one thing that can stop Lia and Max from making the true connection they so desperately crave.
"A great short contemporary romance that simply blew me away and had me hooked from the first page." ~ K-Books
Genre: contemporary
Tropes: enemies to lovers
By Arlena June 25, 2012
Author: Clarissa Yip
Published by: Entangled Publishing
Age Recommend: Adult
Reviewed By: Arlena Dean
Raven Rating: 5
Blog Review For: GMTA
"True Connections" by Clarissa Yip was a wonderful romance novel that was very developed and presented. This novel was bottled up in being funny, sexy, and... ...more
By Sheryl C. Nash February 19, 2012
I haven't enjoyed a novella in a long, long time, but this story was so well developed, i fell in love with it in the first chapter! It was funny, sweet, sexy and emotional all at the same time! And as everyone that knows me, knows that i totally LOVE the enemies-to-lovers trope! Well done Ms. Yi... ...more
By Evie October 02, 2015
True Connections blew me away...
Enemies turned lovers.
Lia is back home, the place she ran away from five years ago. She's on the run once more... the culprit? A darn guy on both counts.
Max is the boy next door, who... to Lia's surprise has turned into a handsome man with a name and wealth.
Lia's... ...more
By Kayleigh February 22, 2012
Wow, I definitely was not expecting to love this book as much as I did. I usually don't love novellas much as I feel like I can't get into the story as much with it being so short. This is definitely an exception to that. I loved this book and couldn't put it down.
Lia and Max have always hated ea... ...more
By Julie (Manga Maniac Cafe) February 26, 2012
I felt that this novella petered out near the end. I had a very hard time relating to Lia, and I don't feel that I ever got to know her, so it was hard to get behind her. Max, on the other hand, was a wonderful, patient, and understanding hero. Loved him!
Full review soon at www.mangaman... ...more
By Gina April 15, 2013
I really enjoyed this book! Max and Lia are absolutely PERFECT!! This is a romance that spans from childhood, even if the characters didn't figure it out until much later! Easy read and worth the oh so great feeling!! ...more
By Jessi February 23, 2012
Loved this sexy novella! ...more
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Clarissa Yip
Contemporary romance author, Clarissa Yip, leads a life of adventure and mischief. Constantly on the run, she's always hanging out with her muse, plotting the next best story, and looking for anything that will fuel her imagination. Besides being an avid reader and writer, Clarissa enjoys scrapbooking, video games, immersing herself in addictive TV shows, and engaging in anything that will challenge her mind. A lover of food and languages, she also loves to try new things. Her dreams involve finding the ultimate way of sharing her world with yours. From the Hawaiian island of Oahu to the beautiful season-changing New York, you never know where she'll be. Find Clarissa on Facebook and Twitter or drop her a note at http://www.clarissayip.com.
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The elegant gold script jumped out at her, the words twisting her gut. Lia sank back into her chair with a frustrated sigh and chucked the wedding invitation onto her desk. Her ex-fiancé and ex–best friend were getting married.
Should she be surprised? Probably not. During her two months back in Grant, she'd been busy setting up office and ignoring the life—rather, the failure—she'd walked away from in the city. Now it had found her again. Her gaze darted back to the invitation.
Best to work and forget they exist.
The light on the intercom blinked. She leaned over and pressed the button. "Yes?"
"Miss McEvers, you have visitors," her assistant said.
Lia checked the calendar on her computer screen. Nothing scheduled for at least another two hours. "I don't have anything in my books. Who is it?"
Karen cleared her throat, then whispered, "It's your grandmothers."
Her heart stopped. "Both of them? Together?"
"Send them in."
Lia quickly shoved the invitation into the desk drawer. Standing, she tugged at her suit jacket, ran a hand over her hair, and moved to the door of her spacious office, her stiletto heels soundless against the newly installed taupe carpets. She drew the glass door open, pushing aside her earlier aggravation. Her insides warmed at the sight of her Nanna Maria and Carol—whom she'd called Grammy her whole life. They glided down the marble hall, their white hair shining under the fluorescent lights, makeup neatly applied, and heads held high. There could never be women more elegant and classy than these two.
When they weren't making trouble, of course.
"Nanna. Grammy." Lia hugged each woman, obediently accepting their kisses on her cheeks. She took their jackets and eyed them warily, her suspicions rising. Since she'd returned, they'd never shown up at her office. Nor would they take the time out of their social schedule for a surprise visit unless something bothered them…or they were up to something.
"Gorgeous establishment." Nanna Maria moved farther into the room, studying her surroundings while Lia hung up their coats.
Grammy Carol followed. "It is pretty. Who would ever think a matchmaking service would look like this?"
The sun shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows, showcasing the snow-covered street and tall trees. The recent blizzard had forced businesses to close, but the snow never bothered Lia. She enjoyed the cold, reveled in the brisk chills and icicles hanging off the roofs, and wished it would all just freeze her angst and make her forget every failure in her life.
At least she had her work.
The women clutched their purses in front of them and sat down. Their graceful movements put her own efforts to shame. Too bad it wasn't something she'd picked up from them, since they'd basically raised her.
"What brings you two here? I thought we weren't meeting up for dinner until tomorrow night?" Lia said.
Nanna tsked. "There's nothing wrong with us visiting our granddaughter."
Carol nodded in agreement as Lia moved around the desk and took her seat. "We wanted to see how the renovations were going. You look skinnier, honey, than the last time I saw you."
"Still look the same. And the renovations were pretty much done last week." Lia smiled. She'd had breakfast with them just two days ago, and they'd done nothing but talk about Maxwell Sheraton. Max this, Max that. Max, the gifted do-gooder. Successful, handsome, and the most sought-after bachelor in town. Aka Carol's grandson and Lia's arch-nemesis. Her heart tightened. Just the thought of Max made her angry, reminding her why she'd left Grant five years ago and landed in the mess she'd left behind in the city.
A knock sounded at the door, and Karen entered with beverages. Lia waited until her assistant exited the room before she spoke again. "Did you guys really come here to check out my office?"
They shared a look, before Nanna faced her. "Help him, honey."
An alarm sounded in Lia's head as she cautiously took a sip of her tea, then set her cup down on her desk. "Help who?"
"Max, of course."
She drew in a deep breath. Here we go again. "With what? He's a land developer. I'm a matchmaker. What could I possibly help him with that he can't just pay someone to do for him?"
She tried to keep the annoyance out of her tone, but she couldn't help it. She and Max had grown up together. Their grandmothers were best friends. Their mothers were best friends. And they couldn't stand each other…except the one time they'd kissed.
"We want you to help him find a date for the Valentine's party," Nanna said.
"Max doesn't need help." She squirmed under their stern, razor-sharp gazes, a sliver of fear rising in her throat. When the two teamed up, there was no denying them. And she hated displeasing them.
Her nanna pursed her lips. "Of course he does."
"My grandson doesn't know what's best for him. We do." Carol nodded at Nanna.
Lia leaned back in her chair. True Connections was a matchmaking service—not a get-your-act-together-for-bachelors daycare, as her two elders apparently thought. She couldn't imagine Max needing her expertise to find a date.
"If Max wants to be set up, then why hasn't he come here himself?" Lia clasped her hands in front of her.
Nanna gently placed her cup and saucer on the table. "Max is busy. And of course, he wouldn't come here himself. He's too shy."
Lia snorted. If she remembered correctly, the man had women swarming all over him, especially now that he'd become so successful. Any room he entered, the vultures flew to him like bees to honey. The man was lethal. Dangerous. One look, one glance, and they swooned at his feet.
Not Lia, though. She'd been immune to him even when he'd become popular in high school, and every girl they'd known had wanted to be "Max's girl." But then what did she know? She'd been forced to grow up with him, and he'd terrorized her since childhood. He was the brother she'd never asked for. Half the time, she'd wanted to kill him.
Grammy Carol smiled. "We would have loved to see the two of you together, but obviously, that will never happen."
Lia froze. Oh, God, here they go again. "Are you guys trying—?"
"No. We realize you two would not suit. We just don't approve of the women my grandson has been seeing."
She let out a breath of relief. For a moment, she'd been scared they were scheming to hook her and Max up. Again. They just wanted Max to find the right woman. She could deal with that as long as it didn't involve her in any way. But the image of Lindsay Forks wrapping her arms around him fueled the anger she'd suppressed over the years. Not that it mattered. She'd long forgotten the feel of his chest pressed against hers, the tenderness in his eyes when he looked at her, or the way he'd—
Carol and Maria exchanged nervous glances.
"We want you to talk to Max." Carol edged closer to the desk. "He doesn't know we're here."
Lia sat up. "Talk to him about what?"
Nanna sighed. "You two are not getting any younger. We want to see Max settle down with the right woman and start a family. And we think finding him a date will be the first step."
Lia blinked. "I can't just throw women at him if he hasn't agreed to the service. There's paperwork that needs to be filled out, preferences that need to be noted. How am I supposed to know what he's looking for if he doesn't come talk to me?"
"That's the thing. He won't come here. He's a man." Carol pounded a small fist on the table.
A laugh slipped past Lia's lips. "I can't. It goes against my business ethics. He has to want to sign up for my service."
"Honey, it'll be good business for you. Once Max's friends see what magic you can do, they'll probably want to sign up, too." Nanna moved out of her chair and came around the desk. "You need the business. You just started up here."
Gripping the arm of her chair, Lia frowned. She did need the exposure. She'd gone through hell convincing her partner, who managed their bigger operation in New York City, to allow her to open a small branch office in Grant. They catered to the wealthy folk who didn't have time to go out and meet people on their own.
She dropped back into her seat and stared up at her grandmothers. "So you want me to approach Max? And then what?"
Grammy answered first. "Just tell him you're going to find him a date for the party and—"
"No, then he'll know we sent Lia." Nanna leaned against the edge of the desk and patted Lia's arm. "Just tell him that you need help, since you just moved back into town and your business is slow."
"Oh, I know." Grammy clapped her hands together. "He has Patty Walker's charity function this weekend. He could bring you and help you network."
Lia's fingers balled into fists. The day she asked Max for help with her business would be the day she checked herself into a psych ward. Just because Carol's darling grandson succeeded in everything he set his little heart on, didn't mean she wasn't capable of accomplishing her own goals. She needed no one. "It's slow because we just opened, but I can find ways to get word out about True Connections."
Her nanna stood up. "So then have Max help you do that. He has great connections. A lot of single people go to these fundraisers that he helps sponsor."
Lia frowned. "What makes you think Max won't know you two sent me if I tell him to sign up with my company?"
"He won't know. He'll just think you're seeking him out for business advice or something."
Lia lifted an eyebrow. Max wasn't stupid. "Nanna…"
"He wouldn't turn you down. Afterward, just tell him that you're going to give him…" Nanna looked around the office. "Maybe a free matchmaking package of sorts."
It wouldn't work. Lia and Max had a pact. Once he saw her, he would know. "I seriously don't think it'll be that easy. You know Max and I don't get along."
Carol shook her head. "He cares for you in his own way, honey."
Lia snorted. If he cared, he had a fine way of showing it.
Nanna stood, moved to her seat, and picked up her purse. "Then it's settled. We need to get going. We have a lunch date with the cute doctor down the street."
Carol held up a hand as she followed Nanna out. "We do have to go. We don't want to keep Wilford waiting for us."
Lia swallowed her frustration and walked the ladies down the stairs, and to the front entrance.
Nanna paused at the door. "Remember, you promised to come hang frames and help me decorate for the Valentine's Day party. Dina can't do it this year. She won't be back from her ski trip with Henry until the tenth."
Lia shrugged. Her mother was never around for anything. Always jet-setting off to the next vacation spot with the rich boyfriend of the moment. Since Lia had moved back, she'd only seen Dina McEvers a handful of times.
Her mother's neglect wasn't anything new. It had been one of the reasons Lia had needed to leave. She refused to be like Dina, jumping from one rich man to another. But then look what happened to Lia—she hadn't been enough for Steve.
"Okay." She hugged each woman and kissed their cheeks. Leaning against the cool glass, she watched them cross the small parking lot to the car. Her thoughts turned to Max.
How could she get out of this one?
Lia needed a plan. As much as she didn't want to disobey them, she would do whatever it took to make them happy. Max would do the same. She'd approach him and tell him what their grandmothers were plotting.
Then she'd go back to her life and forget he existed. As usual.
"Mr. Sheraton."
Max continued to stand firm, ignoring his secretary, and watched the bulldozer crash into the brick building he'd just purchased. He loved the destruction, loved knowing something magnificent would take its place soon. The department store would bring in more profit, and give the people of Grant somewhere new to spend their money. Triumph settled in his bones as the oversized metal ball swung at the ruins. He smiled, his heart pumping, adrenaline tearing through his veins.
He pivoted, ready to give Sara hell for interrupting his moment. She knew how much he enjoyed his time at the sites. Next time, he'd be sure not to bring her. "Was there something you needed?"
Sara grimaced. "You have a visitor."
Max glanced past her and appreciation struck him. His eyes trailed over black curls under a hard hat, full ruby red lips, a delicate jaw, and a small frame encased in a long black coat. He stopped short at the tall leather boots hugging her slender calves and felt his groin tighten. A slow smile spread over his face as he leisurely returned his gaze to her face, but he stilled at the fierce emerald glare. Recognition hit.
Lia McEvil was back.
Swallowing hard, he reminded himself to stay calm. His brain screamed to run, but he stood still and crossed his arms over his chest. "Lia McEvers. Why are you here?"
She closed the distance between them until she stood next to him. He noted the stubborn jut of her chin and the displeased purse of her lips. Just like Nanna Maria.
She waved a hand at the rubble. "What are you building?"
He turned to face the bulldozer and drew in a deep breath, irritation stifling his earlier excitement. The pleasure in destruction dwindled. "Department store. Maybe sporting goods, but we'll see how high the bids are."
"Aren't you the businessman nowadays?"
He ignored her sarcasm, and instead watched as the steel ball swung at the already crumbling structure. His heart jumped as more bricks fell. It probably wasn't smart to be building much during this time of the year, but he had the money and the crew power to make things happen. With a heavy sigh, he glanced at Lia. She barely reached his shoulders, but the lack of height didn't make her any less dangerous. "Surprised I haven't seen you around Gram's house since you've been back."
Lia ran her tongue across her bottom lip, then worried the flesh. A wave of heat brushed over him even though it was close to freezing outside.
"I've been busy."
Sure, she'd been busy…avoiding him and everyone else, no doubt. His mind filled with memories of when she'd announced her plans to ditch Grant, as if their hometown wasn't good enough for her. It happened the day after the hot kiss they'd shared at a party. He'd punched some drunk for groping her in the middle of the dance floor, and dragged her out into the parking lot. Shaking with fear, she'd thrown herself into Max's arms, and her softness had teased him into action. Attraction burned. Passion overcame him. Hatred for Lia McEvil turned to desire.
And that had scared him to hell.
Drawing his attention from his thoughts, he pasted on a grin. "Congrats. A matchmaking service, huh?"
She glowered at the land site. "What do you know? All you do is make money and show off what you can do with it."
"How would you know? You haven't been around for the past five years."
"Like Grammy Carol doesn't give you updates on what I do. Our grandmothers share everything."
They did share everything. It was annoying. There wasn't a moment his grandmother didn't veer their conversation to Lia. He quelled the urge to ask about her creep of an ex-fiancé—whom she'd chosen over him. "So, what are you doing here?"
She turned to face him, settling her fists at her hips. "Oh you know, the usual. Just to see if you've dropped dead yet."
His eyebrow lifted. "I had to wait for you to come back first."
Lia glared again. "Look, I didn't come to argue with you. We have a problem on our hands."
He stiffened. He hated those words. "How bad is it?"
With a deep sigh, Lia dropped her arms to her sides. "It's bad."
"Worse than that time they sent us on that couple's cruise, and you got sick and pushed me overboard?"
"I jumped in to save you. It wasn't my fault you don't have your sea legs. It was an accident, remember?"
So she'd said, but he could still hear her evil laugh when he'd gone over. Lia had just graduated from high school, and it had been their grandmothers' idea to go on a "family vacation" to celebrate—except they'd dropped them both off at the port and waved them off, hoping they'd work out their differences and find common ground.
"Worse than when they tried leaving us stranded at the lake house together?"
That had been another ordeal. Feigning migraines and allergies to dust, they'd driven away, leaving Max and Lia to fend for themselves, until Lia almost set the whole place on fire.
"It's not about us."
Disappointment burned in his chest. He should have been relieved. But their grandmothers' usual attempts at throwing them together always pushed them to work as a team…and then the bickering would begin.
Pursing her lips again, she let out a deep sigh. "You need a proper date to the ball, and I get to help you choose a princess to keep you from turning into a frog."
Max opened the door to the coffee house. Settling a hand on her back, he ushered her in, but Lia surged forward and gave him a glare over her shoulder. He followed her to a table in the back corner and nodded at Bill, the owner. The old man stood behind the counter, whipping up drinks. The place was Max and Lia's usual conspiracy headquarters.
He pulled out a chair for Lia.
She paused in taking off her jacket. "What's wrong with you?"
Max frowned. Her simple question grated his nerves. His acts of kindness always seemed to set her off. He couldn't do anything right around her. Taking his own seat, he said, "You haven't changed."
Lia snorted as she tugged at the scarf around her throat. His eyes trailed over her cleavage, reminding him of the feel of her breasts pressed against him. He swallowed hard, grappling for the drink menu.
"I don't have all day. Let's just get this over with." Lia sat and stared at him.
His gaze met hers and his breath caught. Had her eyes always been that green?
She snapped her fingers. "What is your problem? Why are you staring at me like that?"
He turned his attention back to the menu, but the image of her face stuck in his head. She'd grown even more beautiful since she'd left. She radiated a sense of sophistication and elegance. He didn't know what it was, but she was still able to revert him to a hormone-ridden teenage boy who had to be on guard when she was near. "So talk. What are they up to now?"
Lia sighed. "They came to my office this morning. They want me to help you find a date for the Valentine's party."
Max stilled. They'd been after him to settle down for the longest time. "What did you say?"
She gave him a pointed look. "Besides the fact that they're crazy? Nothing much. Just for you to sign up with my agency and find someone decent."
He frowned. "I'm not signing up for a dating service."
"Matchmaking," she corrected. "Trust me, I don't want to be here either, but you have to do something."
He crossed his arms. "Why do I have to do something?"
"Because they want you to eventually get married."
What the hell was he supposed to say to that? "I'm not ready yet. Maybe in a few years, but not right now."
He had too much going on. His businesses were finally at their peaks, and he needed to follow his five-year plan. Work first, then build a family. He wasn't a romantic, but he wanted the same love his parents had before his father had passed away when he was ten—a secure, loving relationship. Until Max finished building his empire, he'd put off even thinking about a future with the right woman.
Lia's mouth dropped open. "You actually want to settle down?"
The disgust and shock in her tone irritated him more. Why did that bother her? "Yes, I do. Some day."
"B-but you're a bachelor."
"For now. But what's wrong with that?" Biting his inner cheek, he drew a deep breath, willing himself to have patience. "There's nothing wrong with me wanting to settle down and start a family one day," he said through gritted teeth.
Lia fell back in her seat. "I'm surprised. You're usually so busy flaunting your money and changing girlfriends." She frowned. "Maybe you have grown up."
A frown marred her delicate features. "What?"
"What happened to Steve?"
She stiffened and picked up the menu, her attention on the laminated sheet. "What about him?"
"You ran off with him to the city five years ago, barely making the time to come home." His fingers flexed. Irritation stormed through him. He had planned to apologize for walking away from her at the party…and possibly ask her on a date. But she'd been angrily packing her bags when he'd stopped at Nanna's house to see her that last time. She'd turned her scorn on him and dropped the news of her plans to move to the city. With Steve.
She glanced at him over the top of her menu. "It didn't work out, so I came back. Nothing wrong with that."
Quelling the urge to reach across the table and shake her, he waved at Bob, who nodded and walked to their table.
"Hey, kids. Long time no see."
Lia smiled. "Hey, Bob."
"Where you been, girly?"
She shrugged. "Around. How's business?"
"Good." Bob's gaze scanned the coffee house. "Slow right now, but once class ends for the college kids, they'll be in here. Heard you opened up a matchmaking service. Must be gettin' really busy with Valentine's coming up in a few weeks."
"Somewhat."
"What are you two having?" Bob clasped his hands together.
Lisa closed the menu. "I'll have the white raspberry mocha chai tea."
"Coffee," Max said.
"Sure thing." Bob walked off.
Max waited until the man reached the counter before he asked Lia, "So, what do you propose we do?"
She shrugged. "I don't know."
He drummed his fingers against the tabletop. "Why's it so hard to believe that I'd get married one day?"
Lia bit her bottom lip, deepening the color of the flesh from dark pink to red. His hand itched to brush against her mouth, but he clenched his fists.
"You're Max. You don't do the whole 'white house picket fence' thing," she said.
His eyebrow rose. "I'm not getting any younger."
"You go through women like they're nothing."
His eyes narrowed. "And who told you that?"
"Oh come on, why do you think Nanna and Grammy Carol came to see me? For fun? They don't like the women you date, and don't think you'll ever get married. Not like you'd give up your lavish lifestyle and date normal women, anyway," she muttered.
His fingers tightened around the edge of the table. "What are you trying to say?"
"Nothing." She shrank into her seat. "Look, they just sent me out here to find you a proper date for the party. That's it. How hard can that be?"
"And you think you can do that?" He shoved his fingers through his hair. "With what? Your magical matchmaking powers? You don't even know what type of women I date."
She snorted. "Like that's so hard to determine? It's always the same. Tall, skinny, and blond."
"That's not true."
"Right." Her hand shot out, and she tapped her pinky. "Rina, the model from Vogue."
He frowned. "We went to school together. She was home that summer from one of her model tours, and sought me out to help with one of her campaigns to keep kids in school."
She tapped another finger. "Katrina Banks."
"Her mother was one of the committees I belong to. I helped her with a fundraiser for the needy."
"Lindsay Forks—she wasn't a client or a daughter of your business associates."
Lia let out a light growl. "The blond chick you dated when I was in college. The one who showed up at that party the night we went out to celebrate my graduation."
No image came to mind, but he would have found it amusing if he didn't realize that all the women she'd listed were, in fact, tall, skinny, and blond.
"What do you say now?" she asked.
He ground his teeth. "So I have a thing for blondes. Sue me."
She hmpfed. "Doubt if we'd changed Lindsay's hair color it would have mattered. She's blond inside and out," she muttered.
Max frowned, trying to recall how long he'd dated this Lindsay. Every woman paled in comparison to Lia. Good thing he could keep himself busy to avoid her now that she was back, but who knew how long she'd stay?
Bob appeared with their drinks before he could retort. The older man set their order on the table, shaking his head. "Play nice. You guys are always arguing when you're in here. There's nothing you lovebirds can't solve."
Lia gasped. "I'd never, Bob!"
Max laughed at her exasperated expression. Of course the idea was unheard of.
Bob chuckled. "It's okay. I've watched you two since you guys were teenagers. I know when I see a couple in love. Enjoy your drinks."
Lia glared at her tea as the older man walked off. "That'll be the day."
She looked up. "Me and you."
His heart pounded as he leaned across the table. "It wouldn't work, right?"
Her gaze shot to his. Her breath hitched and her eyes widened. Mesmerized, he watched the slight parting of her lips. Heat traveled down his spine. He could remember her softness pressed against him, her fingers raking through his hair, her mouth parting under his. He shifted in his seat to ease the sudden discomfort.
"Of course it wouldn't work. It's me and you. We hate each other."
Snapping out of it, he picked up his cup. "I don't hate you."
"Right, and pigs can climb trees." Lia stirred her drink before taking a sniff.
Her dainty nose wrinkled as she took a sip. Her pink tongue darted out over her upper lip, and he stifled a groan. Her actions fueled the memories from years ago. "Back to our grandmothers."
"Oh, yes." She straightened in her seat. "Here's my plan. All you have to do is come to my office, fill out the paperwork, and let me set you up on some dates. If the women don't work out, I'll tell them I tried, and you can go back to dating whichever bimbo you were seeing before. And life goes on."
He frowned. "I'm not going to your dating service to set myself up with strange women."
"Matchmaking agency."
She glared, her lips pursing. He hated that look. "Then what do you propose we do? At least if we try, they'll get over it and move on."
"Until the next time they hatch another scheme." She was right. Grammy, Nanna Maria, and Dina liked to gang up on him and Lia, which was why they stuck together when necessary. "I'm not signing up for a matchmaking service."
"All right, then fine. You talk to Grammy and Nanna, because you don't want to pretend to try. They just want you to bring a proper date to the party. That's it, I swear." She calmly lifted her cup to her lips.
His eyes narrowed.
"And you can tell them you want to stay a bachelor for life, and that you want to continue dating those blondes and keep disappointing them. Then they'll probably tell you that they'll never see the day you settle down, never have great-grandchildren to hold. Then the dramatics are going to start between the two, and you can deal with their sad faces, and you—"
He threw his hands up and glared. "Okay! I'll be at your office tomorrow."