Her Best Match: A Romantic Comedy (The Best Girls Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

introduce us.”
    “You seem to think my sole purpose here in New York is to find a boyfriend for you.”
    “Well really, Mom, what else could be more important?” quipped Charlie.
    “I’m afraid matchmaking may be the only thing I can accomplish here,” moaned Anne. “I don’t know why I thought I could work here in the city, or work for a big company, or work for someone important. I think I’m going to freak out just trying to use the subway.”
    “Oh, Mom. Do you need another pep talk? You know we’ve already done this about twenty times. You impressed Steven Gherring enough to land this job. That man knows how to spot a winner. Everything he touches turns to gold. If he thinks you can do this job, you can do it.”
    “Yes, but he didn’t sound really sure when he hired me. He’s giving me a three-month trial.”
    “But you told me Katie said you’d really have to mess up badly to get fired, because she’s leaving for good in three months. If he fires you, he won’t have anyone at all. She said he’d interviewed over forty people before he chose you.”
    “I know, I know. You’re right. I think I’ll feel better after my first week at work. Actually, I probably just need some dinner. I’m starving.”
    “Yes, Mom. We all know how cranky you get when you’re hungry. And be sure to have some chocolate for dessert. You’ll feel better for sure.”
    “You’ve got no room to talk, you know.”
    “That’s true, but I inherited it from you.”
    “Okay, I’m going to eat dinner and chocolate, take a long, hot shower, and climb in bed with a good book. Tomorrow, I’ll conquer New York City.”
    “You go, girl! I almost feel sorry for New York.”
    Anne laughed as she hung up the phone. Four o’clock. Too early for dinner. She sat down and glanced through the pamphlet Rayna had given her. She spotted an exercise facility on the amenities. Great. She would check out the gym before eating. She ate a piece of candy for some quick energy and changed into shorts and a tank top. Her kids had vetoed her old exercise clothes as too dated for New York, so she surveyed the more fashionable shorts in the mirror. Wow, these were a little shorter than she would usually wear. Her legs were probably her best feature, and these shorts showed them off—a little too much. The tank top was kind of tight, but it covered everything important. Anyway, she had no other option right now, and knew she wouldn’t have to leave the building. Besides, the gym would likely be empty at four o’clock on a Friday afternoon.
    She pulled her hair into a ponytail, grabbed a small bag and stuffed in her phone, key, and IPod. The pamphlet said the gym was on floor eighteen. She headed out the door and found the elevator and pressed the button, while admiring the huge crown moldings and ornate furnishings that graced the waiting area. She was still studying the beautiful fresh flower arrangement when the elevator doors opened behind her.
    “Ah-hem… Are you getting on?” asked a voice from the elevator.
    Embarrassed, Anne swirled quickly around and rushed through the doorway, her bag swinging out to bump against the lone elevator occupant… Steven Gherring.
     
    His eyes opened wide, and he rubbed his arm. “Ms. Best, are you attempting to injure me?”
    “I’m so sorry Mr. Gherring. I was just startled, and I didn’t realize my bag would hit you. I didn’t even really see you there. Are you okay…?”
    She stopped in mid-sentence when she realized he was laughing at her. “Oh! You’re not even hurt are you? Although you do seem a bit fragile. Perhaps it’s reasonable to think even a very small thing could cause you immense pain.”
    “Ouch!” he said in mock horror. “Now you’ve really cut me to the quick.”
    He laughed again, and she joined in this time. Then she realized he was dressed in a suit and tie, while she was in shorts. As his eyes strayed to her legs, she was acutely aware of how short those shorts