Page 41 of Dating the Rebel
But what had happened? Had she offended him with teasing him that he wouldn’t be able to please two women? Hell, with the extraordinary lover he was, he would be able to please all the women in Miranda’s dating service—especially with the rate they were dropping their memberships.
She sighed. That was why she had to stop obsessing over him; she was going to lose the business if she didn’t figure out how the hell to fix it. That was what should have been keeping her awake nights, not him.
Maybe she’d just been using him as a distraction, though, so she didn’t have to think about what an epic failure the matchmaking business was turning out to be.
Except for one match...
“There’s a good message in here,” she called out to her sister. “Blair’s...”
She and Teo were so happy.
Through her closed door, she couldn’t hear her sister’s response but imagined it was as snarky as it ever was regarding her best friend. Her sisters had always resented her relationship with Blair, but since Miranda had set her up with the billionaire, their resentment had grown.
Miranda wished Blair hadn’t called the office number, but she could understand why she had. Miranda hadn’t been returning her text messages. After texting her that Grant was giving her a ride back to Monaco, she hadn’t texted anything else to her friend—despite her questions about how the night had gone.
It had been incredible—as it always was between them. Incredibly sexy. Incredibly fun...
And now incredibly done...
With a sigh of resignation, she picked up the phone. She’d rather call back Blair than any of their disgruntled members.
“Hey, stranger,” Blair answered her phone. “I haven’t heard from you for a few days.”
“I’m sorry,” Miranda said. “I’ve been busy.”
“So I hear...”
Not from Grant—since he hadn’t been around.
“And I’m the one who’s sorry,” Blair continued. “Teo thought his interview would help your business. Not hurt it.”
“How do you know...” Tabitha. Of course. She’d taken Blair’s message and had apparently given her one of her own. “I’m sorry. And truly, if those women were only members because they were looking to land a rich husband, then they didn’t belong at Liaisons International.”
In fact most—if not all—of the clients giving up their membership Miranda had inherited when she’d bought out her mother’s business. When she’d done so, she’d explained that she wasn’t operating her mother’s matchmaking business, where the sole objective had been marriage. Her objective was for her members to have some fun and excitement with someone they enjoyed—not whom they wanted taking care of them financially or otherwise.
Blair chuckled. “Guess I didn’t belong, then.”
“What?” Miranda asked. “Are you...did you and Teo get engaged?”
“Not yet,” Blair said. “But he’s been hinting—probably so he doesn’t scare me off when he drops down on one knee.”
“And?” Miranda asked. “Are you scared off?”
“No,” Blair said.
And Miranda could hear the smile in her friend’s voice.
“Not at all.”
Miranda released a shaky sigh.
“Sounds like you’re scared for me,” Blair said. “Aren’t you confident of your matchmaking skills? You promised me Teo is a great guy.”
“You know he is,” Miranda said.
“So how come you can set me up with a great guy, but you don’t want to find one for yourself?”
“I trust my judgment when it comes to other people,” Miranda said. “But not myself.”
