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competition’s web page for ideas. Metro Detroit had more than its share of dating services. He needed a fresh name and approach, something clever, catchy. On the web he’d found services for vegetarians, redheads, astrological, people who were looking for menages—a personal favorite—also interracial couples, inmates, various nationalities, and homosexuals.
    The agencies employed wide-ranging methods: everything from biorhythm matching to videos or photos and voice recordings. How would they find a unique approach? What would be their niche?
    “What’s so interesting?”
    Fate’s voice wrenched his focus from his computer screen, and when he saw her, he silently rejoiced, his pulse trotting, his heart thumping in his ears and his face warming. She was dazzling, wearing a wide smile. Evidently she was one of those people who suffered from low blood sugar. “Hi ya, Doherty. Doing some research on the web. Hoping to get some inspiration. Did you know there is a dating service that uses biorhythm to make matches? Should we check it out, see how it works?”
    She remained at the doorway, lingering like she didn’t know whether she was in the right office. “No, I think I’ll pass. Thanks, anyway. I don’t let anyone attach anything to my body, not even doctors.”
    “That’s a damn shame,” he muttered. “I could think of a few things I’d like to attach to that body…”
    “What did you say?”
    “I said…um, are you gonna come in? After all, this is your office.”
    A sexy flush spread up her neck and colored her face. She hurried to her desk and slid into the chair.
    When she didn’t speak, he continued, “Maybe later we can do some market research. What’s on the agenda today? Have you thought about my idea?”
    She rested her elbows on her desk and dropped her chin into her hands, her expression wistful—almost childlike—and utterly charming. “I did a little thinking over lunch.”
    “And?”
    Biting her lip, she said, “I think we should work together on this project. You were right.”
    It took every ounce of self-control to keep from howling with glee, but he managed. And then…he wondered why she’d given in so easily. She was up to something, but he could play along for a while. Forcing a casual tone to his voice, he said, “Okay. Should we start with the target market? Or would you rather think quietly and then discuss our ideas later?”
    “No, this is fine.”
    “Glad to see you’re not still sore about this buyout thing.”
    Her eyes narrowed. Her mouth pulled taut. “It’s been a crazy day. I have always loved my job. Had aspirations of moving up in the company. This has been a little hard to swallow, especially knowing I could end up the recipient of a pink slip.”
    “Yeah, it’s been a bit of a shock to me too, but I’m not disappointed by the way things have turned out so far.”
    She laughed. “No?”
    “Not at all.”
    They stared at each other, and he felt like he was a high school kid all over again, caught off-guard in the hallway by the head cheerleader he’d secretly pined over for months. He wondered if she could read his mind with those inquisitive green eyes.
    Then, as though a shutter had snapped shut, the emotion he’d seen vanished, and her mien grew guarded again. “Let’s do this.” She flopped open a spiral notebook and took her pen in hand. “Let’s list what is meaningful to our target market, then, hopefully, we’ll find somewhere to go with it.”
    He enjoyed the way she took the reins. And her words possessed a trace of proposition he was certain she was not aware of. His playfulness returned. “Okay. My target—er, our target market is single, twenty-something? Right?”
    “I don’t think we have much of a choice in that, do we?”
    There is that smile! Her whole face lit up. He hoped he would see plenty more of those after they’d both grown more comfortable with each other. He stood and walked to her desk, resting his rear end on a