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She shrugged helplessly." She sucked at science and math in school, so on test days, we'd switch classes. S he still helps me out. Plus she's a stay-at-home mom with a four-year-old and a two-year-old, so her schedule is flexible enough to be available when I need her . "
    " She married young ," Marley commented.
    " The women in my family tend to find their matches young. "
    " Except you. "
    " It's like the cobbler's son not having shoes ," she said automatically.
    Marley drained the last of her espresso. " Except you don't know how to stitch a pair together for anyone. "
    Nicole shoved their mutual friend.
    " What? "Marley said with a frown.
    Nicole shook her head before returning her attention to Valentine. "Since Isabella has the matchmaking skills, doesn't it prove she was the firstborn?"
    "If you're logical. I'm not sure Mom can handle logic right now. She insists I'm the firstborn, and I can't push it, especially in light of how fragile she is."
    Marley nodded in sympathetic understanding. " So what are you going to do? "
    " What can I do? I'm going to prove to her that I'm the best matchmaker ever. She'll feel happy again and go home to my dad, and they'll live to be old and cranky."
    Marley and Nicole exchanged looks. "And how are you going to do that?" Nicole asked. "Didn't you just say you were no good at matchmaking?"
    " Yes, but I'm going to overcome my limitations. I signed you up, didn't I? Which means I only have nine more people to sign up. And I'm going to make the most impressive match of the decade ."
    Marley wrinkled her nose. "My match wasn't impressive?"
    "It was, but only to those who really know you," Nicole joked.
    Marley rolled her eyes and turned back to Valentine . "So who's impressive?"
    Valentine had no idea.
    She looked around the cafe, but everyone was attractive and seemed capable of finding their own romantic interest s , regard l ess of age. S h e needed someone who was beyond hope .
    Then she glanced outside and saw him. She gasped and pointed.
    Her friends followed her finger and then gasped , too. " The Hulk? " Marley exclaimed.
    Valentine sighed happily. " He's perfect. "
    " He's scary. " Nicole shuddered.
    " But attractive. " She stared at him through the window.
    " Really? " Marley sounded doubtful.
    Oh yeah. He needed a haircut—his hair was mangy—but underneath he was hot . She'd thought that from the very first moment she'd seen him. He had strong chiseled features and muscles on top of muscles. She supposed the macho throw-her-over-his-shoulder-type wasn't suited to everyone, but she thought he had merit.
    She was going to make sure he had merit. " If I can make him dating material and hook him up with someone, my mom won't be able to doubt me. She'll be happy to help me, which means she'll have purpose again. And the Hulk will get the love of his life. It's good for everyone involved."
    Marley nodded. " There's just one problem. "
    " What? "
    " He's scar y. And he only grunts. "
    "S ome women like the caveman type ," Nicole offered helpfully .
    Valentine didn't pay attention to them. The Hulk was coming into the cafe. This was her chance. "I'll be back."
    She stood up, tugged her jacket down, and headed straight for him at the counter . She watch ed the way he watched Eve, the cafe owner, assemble his drink . He had the intensity of a hunter.
    He could focus—that was a good thing. S h e just had to get him to train that focus on the right woman , wh oever she was.
    She'd deal with the details later . First things first. She stopped behind him and cleared her throat.
    He didn't respond.
    Narrowing her eyes, she tapped his shoulder .
    The Hulk turned around, kill in his eyes.
    If he thought that was going to intimidate her, he was in for a surprise . He was nothing compared to her mother. "I gave you my card a few weeks ago, remember?"
    He stared at her like she had the sense of a mouse in a cat's domain .
    Better to take the offense, s o she poked his chest. "You haven't