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soothing background for sharing dreams and desires. The room was designed to inspire openness and trust, a complete feng shui heaven created by Arilyn, whose love for yoga, meditation, and all mystical universe stuff helped balance out Kate’s hard-core workaholic ways and Kennedy’s own drive to command a room socially and increase their clientele.
    She motioned for him to sit. “Why don’t you get comfortable? I went over your initial questionnaire, but my first step is to have a confidential chat so I can get an idea of the ideal women to match you with. Then we’ll decide what works best.”
    “No more speed dating.”
    She grinned. “I agree. But we have tons of options.” He settled against the purple cushions. “I got you a bottle of water. Would you like coffee or tea instead?”
    “No, water’s fine, thanks.”
    She crossed her legs and glanced at his papers. “Why don’t we start with your job? You have an impressive résumé. NASA?”
    “Worked there for a number of years. Then transferred into the private sector. Sector Space X is a new company targeting the niche market of spacecraft for the civilian. I’m currently studying advanced propulsion.”
    “What makes the rocket go off, right?”
    “Correct. Of course, the new Vortex engine uses gel-propellant, which is quite fascinating, but I’m currently analyzing a more efficient yet controversial method.”
    Kennedy wanted to ask more details about his work,but that wasn’t the focus of the meeting. She’d always been interested by mechanics, though she had no talent for it herself. The moment she looked at how something worked, it broke. Still, there was something kind of sexy about a man who figured stuff out, and she needed to reveal more of that up front to keep a woman hooked. She made another note.
    “You have a perfect body. Do you work out often?”
    Her pen stilled. “Did you just comment on my body ?”
    Ned frowned. “No offense. I just wanted to give you a compliment.”
    The flattering aspect of the remark was lost amid its complete rudeness. She leaned forward and shot him a warning look. “Rule number one: there will be no questions, statements, or verbal thoughts expressed about any part of a woman’s body. Understood?”
    “Why?”
    “Women are extremely conscious of being objectified. Most of us have self-esteem issues and don’t need to be reminded of our weaknesses.”
    He shoved his fingers in his hair, but they got caught in the gel from hell. “Dammit, that’s what Cosmopolitan said! I followed it to the letter, and a woman at the speed-dating event said women love getting remarks about their bodies. Said she didn’t work out at the gym just so I could comment on her smile.”
    She smothered a sigh. Poor thing. Mixed social signals could blast a man to pieces, especially someone like this guy. “ Cosmopolitan is correct. That woman is a rarity.”
    “I don’t know. My brother says women love when menfocus on their bodies. Says if you compliment their breasts, ass, or mouth, it’s a sure sign of scoring.”
    Kennedy stiffened as the memories poured in. Huddling by the lockers, afraid to go into the hallway where he was waiting for her. The laughs and shoves and insults of “fat girl” that echoed in her ears long into the night. Her breasts had been larger than most because of her weight, and those dirty stares and grabby hands still held the power to nauseate her. She sternly reminded herself that that was all in the past, breathed in, and refocused. This man genuinely had no clue about how to talk to women, and this was where the real work started. She bet no one had ever bothered to take the time to try to educate him.
    “Your brother is wrong, Ned. Very wrong. The best way to make a woman happy is to compliment her intelligence. Her sense of humor. The sparkle in her eyes or the sweetness of her smile. The kindness of a gesture. We want to be valued beyond the physical, and then we feel safe enough to