Page 33 of Matchmaking With Cupid

He shrugged. "I told the truth, I just left out a few details."

"Do you think she'll forgive us?"

"Almost certainly," he assured me, making his way around from behind his desk so he could pull me into his arms. "It'll be fine."

"Except that we have to figure out how to find matches for both Hades and Persephone now. And we know that none of the ones we have now are good enough for Hades."

"Mmm, true. But we'll find someone," he promised. "Maybe at the Valentine's Day party."

I raised an eyebrow. "You're trying to use it to get new clients?"

"That's what every Jinx party is for," he pointed out. "You had a couple officially start dating the other week, right?"

"Yes."

"We should send them an invite to the party. Would you let me know their contact information? I'll get Damien to send an invite. And to some of the other success stories we've had from the matchmaking department. If we get them talking and mixing with people at the event, then it should get some people interested."

"Okay. Sure. I mean, if you think it'll work."

"It will," he said.

I paused for a moment. "We're a match," I whispered. "From the system."

Surprise crossed his face. "I thought you'd think it was too early."

"It is, but if it's going to help for our jobs..."

"No," he said firmly. "I mean, in the future, yes. But we're not going to take ourselves public for work. We'll do it in our own time and we won't rush ourselves."

I let out a relieved sigh. I didn't think I'd mind people knowing that I was dating Cupid, it would be better to wait a little bit longer. "Thank you."

"It's my relationship too," he reminded me. "I know that good things come with patience."

A small laugh escaped me. "Sorry, but you have to know how that sounds."

He chuckled. "I didn't mean like that."

"Even if it's true?"

"Mmhmm. Even if it's true." He brushed a strand of hair out of my face. "I'm sorry it went down like this."

"It's not your fault," I said. "We got carried away and accidentally matched someone. It won't happen again."

"It won't," he promised.

"Because next time, we'll make sure to lock your computer screen beforehand."

He laughed. "Next time?"

"You think we can work together and never get carried away in the office?" I responded. "There's definitely going to be a next time."

"Good." He leaned in and kissed me softly. "But now I should get going to my meeting with Damien about the party. I'm already late."

"I thought that was this evening?"

"Oh, it is. We're having multiple meetings a day all week. I can't wait for Saturday and it to all be over."

"Good luck." I kissed his cheek.

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