A Grizzly Kind Of Love (The Mating Game Book 3) by Georgette St. Clair Page B

even looked at each other.
    “So, they’re going to have lunch on Saturday,” he added. “Noon. Hamilton’s. I expect him to be on time, dressed appropriately, and ready to turn on the charm.”
    “Saturday? That really doesn’t give me much time,” she said with alarm.
    He bared big teeth in a smile. “Then you’d better step up your game.”

Chapter Eight
     
    Sprinkles was turning out to be a hit at the office. He also had surprisingly good judgement. Every time he growled and bared his tiny teeth at someone, Wynona found out that he’d been spot on.
    The people he growled at always turned out to be the clients who lied about their backgrounds, or were rude and demanding, or who one way or another would make terrible mates.
    Just that morning, though, he’d growled at the guy Wynona had fixed Gillian up with – a nerdy wolf shifter professor of archeology who, superficially at least, seemed to have a lot of the same interests as Gillian.
    Maybe he was wrong about this guy. Also, maybe she was crazy for paying attention to the opinions of a tiny yapping monster who was smaller than the hairballs her mother’s Persian used to cough up.
    “Did you like him?” Wynona asked Gillian. Gillian had just returned from lunch with the professor. “Did you find him attractive?”
    “I believe so. He possesses desirable qualities. We share many similar characteristics. Objectively, on paper, he would be an acceptable mate.”
    That didn’t exactly sound like a sizzling love match, but then, who knew how Gillian would describe her perfect mate?
    “Well, what about the physical attraction?” Wynona pressed. “That’s important. Was there chemistry? A connection?”
    “That’s difficult to say. I’m not sure what such a sensation would feel like.” She looked hopeful. “But it might be something that develops over time.”
    Hmm. Not in Wynona’s experience. There had to be at least some initial sizzle, some spark of attraction. But again, this was Gillian. “So how did the lunch go?”
    “Unfortunately, he had to leave halfway through the meal. He received an emergency text message.” Gillian’s brow wrinkled. “He must have excellent cell phone service. We were at one of those restaurants that blocks cell phone service, but somehow he was able to receive the text message anyway, and it stated that he had to leave at once.”
    “Did he, now?” Wynona felt a flare of anger. Lying creep.
    “Yes. I do hope everything’s all right with him. He was forced to leave so quickly that he was unable to pay for his half of the check.”
    “ Really .” Wynona struggled to keep her face neutral, but her claws shot out of her fingertips before she could stop them. She quickly retracted them.
    “However, as he left, he stated that he would call me. So I imagine the appropriate thing to do is to wait for his call?” Gillian looked so sincere that Wynona had to stop herself from looking up his home address so she could shred his throat.
    “Well, yes, but also let me do some more research on this guy and make sure he’s on the up and up. I’ll check with the other dating services in town, see if they know anything about him.”
    She’d be talking with the other services, all right – to let them know to stay a hundred miles away from the lying jerk. She made it very clear to all her clients – she had no problem at all with clients deciding that whoever she fixed them up with was not a match. She just expected honesty from them. She did not deal with jerks who led people on and left them dangling. Or losers who stiffed women with lunch checks.
    She’d come up with a reason that Gillian should never see this guy again – not that he was going to call her anyway, but this way, Gillian wouldn’t feel as rejected. She would tell Gillian that she’d found out something terribly unsavory about him, and that she had called the guy and told him never to call Gillian again.
    She went back to her office,