Page 32 of Tempting the Tender Guy: Imperfect Heroes

“Well… Fred has a single grandson and after hearing all about our successes he was hoping we could help him find his perfect match.”

Agnes’ eyes light up, but she tempers her excitement. This isn’t solely her decision to make.

She looks at each of the other ladies in turn. “Should we put it to a vote?”

“We must,” Elliot declares with a firm nod.

“All in favor of finding someone for Fred’s grandson, say, aye.”

Every lady in the room cries out aye.

Needing to keep things official, Agnes says, “All opposed say nay.”

Only the sound of someone biting into a crunchy cookie can be heard.

Grinning, Agnes turns to Charlotte. “Looks like all the girls are game, but we’ll need Fred’s grandson’s information.”

Flashing a cheeky grin, Charlotte picks up a few papers in front of her. “Already got them!”

Roberta crackles with laughter. “You sneaky girl! You knew we couldn’t say no.”

“Noticed you didn’t even hesitate,” Margot says, giving her a gentle nudge with her elbow. Roberta’s granddaughter Tracy has made her grandson Dylan extremely happy and Margot will forever be grateful for that. She worried about the boy and now that strain is gone.

Shrugging, Roberta grins. “What can I say, matchmaking is addictive.”

“I was hoping you all would feel that way,” Charlotte says.

“But we don’t have any more single grandchildren,” Brooke pipes up.

“Or great-nieces,” Elliot puts in with a wink at Linda.

Sandra stands. “But we have other friends. Friends who have single family members that they want to see happily settled before they die.”

“Oh how morbid,” Brooke says with a shudder.

Deborah rolls her eyes. “Morbid or not, I know we all felt that way and feel a hell of a lot better knowing we got to see ours find love.”

Brooke can’t argue with that. Alice is her only granddaughter, and it pained her to see her being unhappy. “Fair enough.”

Agnes claps her hands for attention. “Sounds like the plan is to canvas the center and get people to fill out the forms so we can see if we can locate Fred’s grandson’s perfect match.”

“How many should we do?”

Elliot speaks up, “At least four. If we don’t find a match, we’ll ask around some more.”

The ladies mull it over and murmurs of agreement fill the air.

Agnes grins. “Okay, let the search begin!”

EPILOGUE

MACK

“Those are new,” my client says, nodding toward my ears.

I look up from my work. He’s not the first person to notice or comment and he won’t be the last. When I began wearing my hearing aids I was self-conscious. That passed quickly, though. I didn’t even grow out my hair to cover them.

The woman who loves me accepts me for who I am and doesn’t get annoyed when I fiddle with them and blast us both with high-pitched whistling noises from the aids. Even better, now I can hear every word she says.

---