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"Have you ever used the services?" I asked.

"No. But I've been tempted to recently." He met my gaze and there was something in his eyes that I couldn't quite work out. Whatever it was he was thinking, it had my stomach tied up in knots. "Anyway, think about it. The Jinx services are top-tier." He got to his feet and headed to the door.

"Cupid?" I whispered.

He turned around. "Yes?"

"Do you know?" The moment the question was out, I wanted to pull it back. There was nothing to be gained from knowing if he was aware that the matchmaking system had matched us together, all it was going to do was lead me to disappointment.

"I know," he responded, leaving the room.

I leaned back in my chair and let out a shaky breath. If I wanted to be obtuse about the situation, I could say that I had no proof that he was saying that he knew we'd been matched together, but I knew that wasn't the case. He knew, and he'd basically implied that it was up to me what happened next.

I just wished I knew what to do.

Chapter 6

CUPID

I headed back into the matchmaking offices, determined to finish the last of my reports before I went home for the night. Perhaps I spent too much time here, but it was hard not to when I'd spent so much of my life matchmaking.

I stopped in my tracks when I noticed Eloise still sitting at her desk, her dark hair braided down her back except for a few loose strands that were curling around her face.

She jumped to her feet. "I'm so sorry..."

"For what?" I asked.

She frowned, seeming to consider the question. "I don't really know. Still being here?"

"Working late isn't really something to be sorry for," I responded. "Are you hungry?"

"Hungry?"

"Yes. Have you eaten? It's late, and I know the canteen is closed."

"Oh, erm, yes. I was going to grab something on the way home. My report is just taking longer than I expected it to." She gestured to her computer.

"I was about to order something if you want to join me," I said without thinking.

Eloise cleared her throat. "Are you sure that will be okay?"

"It's just food," I promised, even though there was a part of me that didn't want that. "We could talk about what you've been working on for the Hades account and make it a business dinner officially, if that makes you more comfortable."

To my surprise, she nodded. "All right."

"I was going to get Indian, does that work for you?"

She raised an eyebrow. "Indian?"

"Even Roman gods get fed up with pizza," I joked. "I actually never liked it that much."

"Unexpected."

"Perhaps. Do you know what you want?"

"Chicken Bhuna and a Peshwari naan, if that's okay."

"Good choices. I'll go order. Why don't you get your notes together and then we can talk about them once the food arrives?" I suggested.

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