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“Besides,” he pressed his case “I’m trying to develop a youth hockey camp for underprivileged kids. I don’t want that announcement to be tainted with interest in my bachelor eligibility and stupid questions about my dating preferences. I want to nip this thing in the bud and make it go away.”

Finally, Marissa released a pent-up breath. “The camp is a great idea. Maybe we can be seen together in a public venue and send the matchmakers home before this thing goes any farther.”

“Thank you.” He pulled her to his chest to squeeze her.

The relief that coursed through him was about more than pre-empting the inevitable media attention with a public date. He realized he was also just glad as hell to know they’d be together again. When had a woman ever affected him like that?

“But I don’t think it’s fair to accept money for my mother’s treatment from you when you’re only asking me to state the truth about… being with you.”

He noticed the careful way she didn’t acknowledge that they were a couple.

“You’re doing more than stating it. You’re giving up valuable time with your mom to be with me in high visibility places.”

“Still -”

“Think of it as a gift if you want.” The need to help her went deeper than any attraction. “With the kind of money pro athletes make, we practically have a social obligation to do some good with it. Let me help your mom.”

“Thank you.” She blinked up at him, her gratitude apparent in her eyes. “I can’t thank you enough.”

“My pleasure.” He kissed her cheek, wishing he’d done more to earn that kind of thanks. She was a sweet, selfless person, taking care of her mom. All he was doing was writing a check. But her dedication made him all the more determined to do more than win a Stanley Cup. He’d contribute something good to society through that hockey camp.

“I’ll have some arrangements to make with my mother before I can go.”

“That’s fine. The team flight leaves at seven. I’ll see if I can find you a flight that leaves a little later than that.” Checking his watch, he realized he’d need to floor it to get home and pack some things before he went to the airport.

She nodded. “Any ideas where we can go tonight to be seen? Or would you like me to do some research on that?”

“I wouldn’t have any idea where to begin.”

“My mom has had concerts in Pittsburgh before. I’ll check my notes to see where we ate or if she went to any media events there.”

“Great.” He found it hard to walk out the door. “But I have to admit, I’m looking forward to what comes after our date.”

“You think you’ll get lucky twice in one day?” She looked skeptical but he could see the hint of a smile lurking.

He leaned in for one more kiss, needing a taste of her.

“I’m a very lucky guy.”

Chapter Nine

As a matchmaker, Marissa would have never chosen herself as a candidate for a superstar athlete.

But sitting alone at the bar of a Pittsburgh nightclub she’d chosen for its popularity with tastemakers and the fact that a local radio station was broadcasting live, she wondered if she wasn’t such a bad choice after all. Not that she would ever make much of a trophy wife with her average looks and habit of shunning the spotlight. Yet, she was skilled at calling in the media, something she’d done often when her mom had wanted to spread the word about an appearance or a new project. It had been simple to round up some well-placed reporters with the promise of a scoop on hockey sensation Kyle Murphy.

Drumming her fingernails on the clear Lucite bar in a club coated with neon signs and pink spotlights, Marissa ordered a ginger ale and waited for Kyle to put in his appearance. She’d only been in Pittsburgh for about an hour. She’d checked into a hotel near where the team was staying and then changed into a more traditional “date night” outfit. As much as she liked her vintage clothes and retro glasses, she didn’t want to attract attention to herself with anything too quirky.

Besides, Kyle deserved to be photographed with someone marginally attractive and Marissa had the costume skills necessary to foster that illusion. Her mother had given her a lifetime’s worth of advice about making the most of her dark hair and high cheekbones, as if correctly applied blush could detract from the fact that she had a flat chest and a face that was too square. But tonight wasn’t about her.

Kyle had left a blank check for her before he left Philly and she’d simply written it to the drug company for the one-month supply the doctor had recommended. The treatment would begin three days from now, assuming the postal service could hold up its end of the deal.

She’d have to find a way to pay Kyle back at a later date. For now, she could only help him out to the best of her ability.

Where was Kyle?

Paying for her ginger ale, Marissa rose from her seat at the bar to wander the perimeter and look for him. Dance music pulsed through the floor and vibrated her toes, reminding her how long it had been since she’d had a night out. Sure, she’d attended plenty of social functions as part of her matchmaking responsibilities or in helping her mother manage her career. But she looked at those events as work. Now, she walked past a packed dance floor as a guest. Instead of assessing the scantily dressed men and women eying for signs of potential chemistry, she would be generating some public chemistry of her own.

With Kyle Murphy.

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