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Ivy raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure about that?"

"It's too early for that," I said quickly. "But I'm not saying that it can't lead to something, I'm just nervous about the work thing."

Laila shrugged. "You can always find a new job."

"I like my job, I'm not going to leave it because of anyone," I responded. Though I had to admit that wasn't enough ofa reason not to pursue something I wanted either. Life was for living, and sometimes that meant taking a chance on the unknown.

Chapter 8

ELOISE

I kept glancing over to Cupid's office door, trying to find an excuse to go and talk to him. Considering the way we'd left things after our late-night meeting, I doubted Ineededan excuse, but it felt better to have one.

I checked the system, seeing that there was another potential match for Hades. I resisted the urge to jump out of my seat and took my time looking through the profile for any indication that there was a reason not to go through with the match. On paper, the woman looked perfect, especially for all of the requirements Hades had put forth when we'd talked to him in his office.

I grabbed my tablet and pulled up the information. I might want to talk to Cupid for personal reasons, but it was also important to me that I did my job properly, which meant making sure everything was ready for him to see.

Some of my co-workers gave me a strange look as I headed to Cupid's door, and I assumed they had no idea that I was working with him. I knocked a couple of times and waited for him to call out in response.

The door creaked as I opened it and he looked up from his desk, what seemed like a genuine smile coming to his face. "Eloise."

"We've got another match for Hades," I said.

"Ah." He got up from behind his desk and came around so that we were on the same side. He perched himself on it. "What do you make of her?"

"It's the same as all of the other matches," I said. "There's something missing, but it's hard to say exactly what that is."

Cupid nodded. "Do you have the details?"

"Yes." I stepped forward, coming to a stop when I wasn't far in front of him. I clicked on my tablet and brought up the page with information about the potential match. I handed it over to him and he took it, his fingers brushing against mine as he did.

Cupid stilled, and I could feel the urge to touch him more thrumming through me. I wasn't used to feeling like this around someone, particularly when I didn't know them very well. But I suspected it was the fact that we'd been given such a good score by the matchmaking system that was messing with me on that front. Itsaidwe were compatible, so there was a part of me wondering exactly what it was that made us fit together like that.

He cleared his throat and turned around, propping the tablet on the desk so he could look through it. "Hmmm, I see what you mean."

"It's the same as the other ones." I touched the tablet screen and swiped to the next profile, though I knew exactly what it was going to say because it had the same problem as all of the other matches he'd been given. "They're all in the low eighties."

"Hmm."

"I know we'd normally match people with that, but it doesn't feel right to. Not for someone like Hades."

Cupid gave me an interesting expression. "You've got a great career as a matchmaker ahead of you with those instincts."

"Thank you." I couldn't help but feel an immense amount of pride at his compliment.

"Can you bring up Hades' profile?" he suggested.

"Sure." I clicked on his name and pulled up the profile.

Cupid leaned over to look, the scent of his aftershave impossible to avoid. It was surprisingly fruity, like it smelled of cherries or something like that. It was distracting to have it so close to me, and it made me want to touch him, to run my fingers through his hair, and to kiss him.

My gaze dropped to his lips. Why couldn't I do that? There was nothing forbidden about the two of us acting on the match we'd been given, and it was clear that there was physical attraction here, even if there'd only been a hint of the compatibility promised to us by his system.

"What do you think?" he asked.

I turned around, surprised at how close we were together, even though I'd kind of known. The intensity in his eyes was hard to ignore, but I just about managed. "About what?" I asked, my voice cracking and my lips parting.

"I honestly couldn't tell you," Cupid murmured. "I seem to have completely lost the ability to think."

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