Title: Scoring with the Boss
Series: Mr. Match #4
Series: Mr. Match #4
Author: Delancey Stewart
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: May 9, 2019
Blurb
Mr. Match hasthe formula for love. So why is he still single?
MAX:
Being Mr. Match has been fun. And while it’s nice that thousands ofcouples have found love thanks to me, that was never really the point. The oneguy I most wanted to match?
Doesn’t have one.
Now the vultures are circling, and it won’t be long before all of San
Diego finds out exactly who I am. And then the questions will begin. Whyhasn’t Mr. Match found his match?
If I answer that one, it’ll discredit everything Mr. Match is, and callinto question all the matches I’ve made so far. It’s time to step away.
But when the venture capital analyst arrives to help divest me of thebusiness, I’m starting to wonder if love really is as easy as a mathematicalformula. Because Tatum Archer does something to me that defies logic andconfounds reason. I feel feelings for her, even though the algorithm says Ishouldn’t.
Have I been wrong all along?
TATUM:
My life was set. Divorce, check. Kickass job, check. Enormous dog...well, okay, that wasn’t part of the plan, but Charlie is my sidekick now andI’m okay with that.
A weeklong trip to San Diego to help set up the sale of a matchmakingbusiness sounds like just the kind of challenge I thrive on. I justdidn’t expect Mr. Match himself to be quite so...
Arrogant.
Frustrating.
or HOT.
When my manager suggests I take over the company and stay in San Diegotemporarily, it makes perfect sense from a business perspective. But gettinginvolved with a client would be the end of everything I’d spent years building.
We have to keep things professional. Max assures me we’re not a matchanyway.
So why can’t wekeep our hands off each other?
* * *
Tatum Archerdoesn't date clients, and Max isn't signing up for a romantic liaison thathasn't been mathematically guaranteed.
So why can't he stop thinking about Tatum? Or about her ridiculously enormousdog, Charlie? Not that he's thinking about Charlie romantically, of course. Butthe dog is part of a package deal. And maybe he's thinking about Tatum a littlebit romantically...
The final book in the Mr. Match series sees Mr. Match finally find his ownmatch! Don’t miss the laughs in this hilarious series finale!
So why can't he stop thinking about Tatum? Or about her ridiculously enormousdog, Charlie? Not that he's thinking about Charlie romantically, of course. Butthe dog is part of a package deal. And maybe he's thinking about Tatum a littlebit romantically...
The final book in the Mr. Match series sees Mr. Match finally find his ownmatch! Don’t miss the laughs in this hilarious series finale!
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Excerpt
It was time to take a step back from Mr. Match before I hadto answer a bunch of questions I didn't want to answer. Before the whole thingblew up and then tanked spectacularly because I was revealed to be a fraud. Andso naturally, I had a plan.
"You're going to sell Mr. Match?" My sister Catwas lounging on the leather sofa in the middle of my living room. "It's agoldmine! Why would you do that?"
I shrugged. "Maybe I'm tired of finding happiness foreveryone else."
Cat's eyes dropped to the ring on her left hand and thenfound me again. "Max," she said quietly, looking sad.
"No," I said quickly, sorry I'd let too much show.That wasn't my style. "It's fine. It's not even that. The whole secrecything is exhausting, and I think I'm pretty close to being outed, which wouldbe bad for the business. Bad for me. And probably bad for the Sharks,too."
"You won the Cup last season, it would take a lot tohurt the Sharks," she said.
I stood just outside the sliding glass door that separatedthe living room from the patio and yard. My house was nice—big and open, lotsof upscale touches and fancy appliances. But it felt cold to me, despite the almostconstant San Diego sunshine, and I spent a lot of my time out on this patio.Less oppressive than that unfilled space. "Why do you care if I keep it,anyway?" I asked, turning to look back inside.
Cat shrugged and stood up, coming out to join me in gazingover the grass beyond the patio toward the fence, which sat just along thecurve of Mission Bay. The Isleys lived a few doors down, though I swear wedidn't plan it that way. "I don't know," she said. "It'snostalgia, I guess. You always talked about figuring out how love wasn't thiscomplicated mystical thing. And then you did it. I just thought it would meansomething to you, even if you never ..." she trailed off, glancing at meand then sinking into a cushioned chair next to the teak table.
My sister was one of the few people I'd confided in about myefforts at finding a match of my own. I'd been one of the first completeprofiles in the database, but my file had sat there, gathering dust, for yearsnow. The algorithm was built to match and weigh the most crucial aspects ofsomeone's personality, giving mathematical priority to those aspectsstatistically most likely to correlate to longevity in relationships. I'dtweaked the math multiple times over the years, and tons of happy couples allaround San Diego, Los Angeles, and now Arizona, had benefited. But I hadnot.
Cat sighed. There wasn't much to say about myunmatchability.
It turned out I was a fucking unicorn. And not the funrainbow-maned kind with a cat riding on its back like a Viking conqueror,throwing glitter around. I was like a sad gothic unicorn, horn draped in blackcrepe and too much guy liner.
"Are you thinking about that ridiculous unicorn analogyagain?" Cat asked, interrupting my train of thought.
"Maybe."
"You're not an emo unicorn, Max."
"Gothic. With guy liner."
Cat rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest."I have a novel idea for you."
"No." I historically didn't like Cat's ideas,novel or not.
She dropped her arms and leaned forward in her chair, wideningher eyes at me and blowing out a breath in frustration. "Listen first,jackass. Then tell me no."
I lifted a shoulder in resignation. "Fine.Go."
"Why don't we go retro? You can be a retrounicorn."
"I have no idea what you're trying to say. Use yourwords, Cat."
"Those were words."
"Use different words. Ones that go together to makesentences that make sense."
"Listen," she said, rolling her eyes. Cat and Icouldn't help reverting to grade-school banter when we were together. It wasour dynamic. It drove Mom crazy, but when Mom wasn't around, we reveled in it."Why not try this dating thing the old fashioned way?"
"You want to order me a bride in the mail?" Iimagined a stagecoach rolling in, a frightened-looking Midwestern girl comingdown off the steps in a hoop skirt. It turns out I have a very visualimagination. I do best when I keep my little imaginings to myself though.
"No. Not like wild-west style. More like before theinternet."
"They definitely didn't have the internet in the wild west,"I agreed. I wasn't eager to see where Cat was going with this. Distractioncould work.
"Stop changing the subject. Distraction won't workhere." Cat stood up. "I met an adorable girl at the gallery lastweek, and I got her number. You set me up on dates before I met Xavier, so nowI'm setting you up."
"Definitely no," I told her. "And I set youup on dates that had a high mathematical probability of working outsuccessfully. That's how you met Xavier, remember?"
"Yes, but first you gave me Dr. Buttchin."
I smiled as Cat's description of that date came back to me.The formula had needed tweaking back then. But you had to hand it to a guy sogermaphobic he'd managed to find a place to buy condoms to put on the passengerseat of his car. "Still. Definitely no to the setting-Max-upthing."
"Definitely yes, you mean." Cat had her phone outand was texting someone.
"Stop. I'm serious." This was not at all what Iwanted. I stood and went to look over my sister's shoulder, but she'd alreadyhit send.
"Her name is Julie. She was adorable, very inquisitive.You guys are probably perfect for each other." Cat smiled like she hadjust achieved world peace.
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