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“No, see her.” Marie put down her Prufrock, her favorite Roots specialty drink, and turned on the bar stool, holding herself rigid. “Her whole body goes into terrified-defense mode, like this. Stiff as a board. She’s so afraid to admit what she wants. So afraid someone will figure out she’s human and can be vulnerable. It’s heartbreaking.”
“And up to you to fix?”
Grrrr. Even Quinn’s strong resemblance to George Clooney wasn’t helping her like him any better at the moment. “No, not up to me. Only she can fix it. But if I can put a guy in her way who will inspire her to take the necessary steps so she can ultimately be happy, then I’ve done something really wonderful for her.”
He signaled the dark-eyed bartender, Joe, for another gin martini; he’d gone through his first one much faster than usual. “She’ll be happy paired off because no one can be happy on his or her own? Is that what you believe?”
“Yes. I do believe that or I couldn’t keep putting this much effort and time into what I do.”
Quinn drained an invisible final drop from his empty drink and pushed the glass away, then fixed his movie-star gaze on her. “And where do you fit into that, Marie?”
“What do you mean?” For some reason, maybe because his voice had gentled, Marie felt some of the fight leave her. “In my role as meddling matchmaker?”
“No. In your role as a woman. A single woman who shows no signs of wanting a man in her own life. Why is that? You don’t want to be ‘happy’?”
Irritation sparked again. “When it’s time for me to date, I will.”
“And when will that time be?”
When she could give up hope that Quinn might someday open his eyes and see her. “You want an exact hour?”
“Yes. I do.”
“Okay, fine.” She closed her eyes, took a deep breath. They were squabbling like children. This wasn’t what she wanted. But maybe he was pushing her toward something she should be doing anyway. Setting a deadline. Deciding when to give up this pipe dream. “June 23 at 5:03 p.m.”
He blinked. “How precise.”
“The exact day and time I turn forty.”
“I see.” He turned the second drink Joe had brought him in a circle, as if deciding the angle at which to attack, raised the glass halfway to his mouth, then set it down. “So you’re officially on the market as of then.”
“Yes.” Marie nodded firmly. No, she hadn’t planned to draw that line, but having done so felt like the right and smart thing to do. By that night, newly forty-year-old Marie would either have summoned her courage to confess her feelings to Quinn, or decided there was no point and it was time to move on. Hanging on like this was only going to get harder and harder.
“And then you’ll, what, sign up with a competitor’s dating website?”
“I…guess so.” She smiled at him, sick to her toes. How could she even think about dating anyone else feeling this way about Quinn? Obvious answer: she’d have to. “Or I’ll ask friends if they know of anyone. Do you know of anyone?”
He did drink this time, a substantial gulp. “As a matter of fact, yes.”
“Tell me about him.”
“What do you want to know?”
“Well, is he handsome?” She didn’t care. This was torture.
“Hmm. I’m not the one to ask about that, Marie. He’s not my type.”
“Fun to be with?”
“Yeah, I’d say he’s pretty fun.”
Somehow she kept smiling with a mouth that felt weighted. “Intelligent?”
“He is.”
“In decent shape?”
“Sure.”
“Revoltingly wealthy, I hope?” Like she cared…
“As a matter of fact, yes.”
Marie scowled comically. “There must be something horribly wrong with him.”
“Huh?” He gave her a sidelong look. “Why do you say that?”
“Well, obviously, if he’s that perfect and not seeing anyone there’s some ghastly defect you haven’t figured out yet.”
Quinn chuckled without humor. “Oh, you cynic.”
“Me? I’m not the one dating a parade of women young enough to be my daughters.” She meant to tease, but bitterness showed through. A lot of bitterness. Bitterness that belonged to her ex-husband and his child-bride, not to Quinn, who’d suffered through a betrayal of his own when his wife left him for another man.
