Hot to the Touch. Isabel Sharpe
upon receipt.”
Excellent. She was weakening. Marie pulled up an email and attached Chaz’s profile picture. “Darcy, in all seriousness, he seems like a really good guy. I can see you enjoying him a lot. And he’s very hot.”
“And therefore incredibly full of himself.”
“Darcy, Darcy.” Marie tsk-tsked. “You are horrifically sexist.”
“I have to go. Delivery guy is here. Thanks for thinking of me, but I wish you wouldn’t.”
“Watch for his photo. Chaz Hunter.” She hung up, sent the email and let her head drop back, swinging the chair side to side again. Well. That was progress. Darcy’s curiosity would undoubtedly prompt her to look at the picture, which was pretty fabulous. Chaz, standing on top of a spectacular mountain, clear blue eyes visible, strong chin shown to advantage, thick ashen hair ruffling sexily in the wind.
Sadly, Marie was pretty sure it would take a stronger push to get Darcy to talk to the guy even if she found his picture attractive. The first step would have to come from Chaz. But since Darcy didn’t have a profile up on Milwaukeedates, Marie had nothing to show Chaz in order to interest him.
She stopped swinging the chair. Lifted her head. Stared at her laptop screen.
Now was the time.
Hadn’t she recognized at the Women in Power meeting last week that she’d probably have to resort to fighting dirty in order to get Darcy to admit that love was what she deep down really wanted?
If Marie put up a Milwaukeedates profile for Darcy and steered Chaz in her direction, maybe he’d take it from there. What girl could resist being courted by a handsome, wealthy guy with loads of charisma and common interests? Certainly not Marie. If her friend Quinn, who met each one of those criterion, ever glanced romantically in her short, plump, average-woman direction, she’d melt into a gooey puddle.
There was always the chance, however, that Darcy, faced with the same irresistible combination, might freeze into a column of ice.
Marie’s assistant buzzed. “Candy Graham on line three.”
“Thanks, Jane.” She connected the call eagerly. The perfect person to consult when hatching diabolical plans. “Hey, Candy.”
“Marie, I had a completely fabulous idea.”
“So did I.” She grinned. Candy tackled everything with one hundred percent enthusiasm. “Let’s hear yours first.”
“You should have a party to celebrate all the Milwaukeedates couples who’ve gotten engaged or married through your site. Next month, June, is wedding month, the perfect time. I’m thinking end of the month, a wedding theme with tiered cake, flowers, champagne, maybe have a drawing for a donated certificate to a local bridal shop and/or tux rental place, or for the already-marrieds, to a kitchen or home improvement store.”
“Wow. Wow!” Marie rose slowly from her chair as if helium was filling her. “What a great idea, Candy! Do we have time to plan a party in a month?”
“Are you kidding? Plenty. I’m happy to do it. I bet the paper would be willing to write up a piece on it, too. It’d be great PR for both of us. And I have friends at a couple of radio stations who might be willing to do interviews.”
“Candy, you are brilliant.” Marie started pacing her office, going back over the five years she’d been in business. “We’ve had about twenty-five couples engaged or married since we started, including you and Justin and Kim and Nathan.”
“Fifty people is a perfect size. You can have it in your office, or … hey, maybe we can hold it at Gladiolas.”
“Yes!” Marie was already picturing the dining room at Gladiolas decorated for a wedding theme. “I love it. Good PR for Darcy, too.”
“Settled. So what was your completely fabulous idea?”
Marie gave a wicked grin. “Let’s say I’m trying to extend your guest list by one more couple.”
“Another set of lovebirds on the way?”
“I’m plotting. Darcy.”
“Darcy?” Candy gave a shout of laughter. “You think you can get her engaged in the next month? I didn’t think you could even get her interested in dating.”
“I can’t. But I’m still determined.”
“How are you going to do it?”
“Er …” Marie wrinkled her nose. “I do have a plan, but it’s not entirely ethical.”
Candy hooted. “Are you going to have her put up four different profiles on Milwaukeedates the way you did with me?”
“One would be enough.” She rubbed her temple, not entirely comfortable now that she’d have to admit to her scheme out loud. “The problem is that she refuses to consider it. So I was thinking maybe I could go online …”
“And put up a profile without her permission?”
Marie bit her lip anxiously. “It’s horrible, isn’t it.”
“It is pretty horrible.”
“I mean, it’s really low.”
“Really low.”
“You don’t think I should do it.”
“Absolutely, I do.” Candy sounded delighted. “It’s perfect.”
Marie snorted, wandering restlessly over to her bookcase. “I really don’t know.”
“C’mon, what’s the worst that can happen?”
“She’d get angry with me.”
“How does she feel about your matchmaking efforts on her behalf now?”
“Angry with me.”
“Therefore …”
“I see your point.” She ran a finger over the shelf. Needed dusting. “Except she could probably come after me legally. Invasion of privacy or something.”
“Darcy wouldn’t do that. Deep down she recognizes that as meddling and annoying as you are, Marie, you—”
“Oh, thanks. Tons.”
“Sure, no problem. She realizes you love her and that’s what motivates you. She wouldn’t lash back at that. Not more than verbally.”
“Which I would deserve.” She went back to her desk and sank into the chair. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.
“Which we would deserve. This is now officially our matchmaking plan. In fact, I’ll call Kim and we’ll make it a threesome idea.”
“No, no. You shouldn’t share blame with me.”
“Who’s talking blame? We’ll want to share the credit. At her wedding.”
Marie laughed. “You really think I should do this?”
“Absolutely. If nothing else it will get her attention. And any picture of her will definitely get the attention of men on the site. Then who knows? Once guys start flocking, she might just decide to give one or more of them a try.”
“That was my hope.” Marie logged onto Milwaukeedates as an administrator. “Okay, you’re convincing me.”
“We’re convincing us. I’m going to call Kim right away. And listen, I’ll do up an outline for the wedding party idea and email it to you by tomorrow or Monday, okay?”
“Love it. Thanks, Candy, on both counts. You’re a gem.”
“Aren’t I? Seriously, I think forcing the issue with Darcy is a great idea. I saw her face when Kim was talking about wedding plans, and boy, look