Curvy Girl's Secret - Dating Agency

He grinned again and nodded. “I suppose I can, if it means finding a good woman for me and the boys.” The sincerity in his voice was exactly why I worked so hard to find him and the boys a good match.

“Then we both have our work cut out for us, don’t we?”

His smile dimmed slightly. “I was sorry to hear about you and your fella, but I heard you gave it to him good.”

Wyatt, I’d all but forgotten about him and the break up, which had happened just over twenty-four hours ago. I guess that would be a ringing endorsement for one night stands, if that was my style. Which it wasn’t. “Thanks. I wish I could say I regret my words, but I don’t.”

“Good for you. I’ll talk to you soon, Olive.” With a smile and a wave, he was off to one of the many sports and activities his sons were involved in.

When Dave was gone, I let out a sigh of relief because the day was over and I’d only thought about Liam and our night together about ten thousand times. It, no he, was a distraction I could not afford, not while I was still sore about Wyatt—sort of—and I refused to be distracted by Liam Reyes of all people.

“Wow, that’s a loaded sigh if I ever heard one.” Sophie’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts and my gaze landed on hers.

“Just a long day. What’s up?”

Sophie frowned and her blond brows dipped low. “Dinner tonight. Like always. What’s up with you?”

Oh right. Our weekly dinner to catch up on everything not related to the business. “I’ll tell you over dinner. And cocktails,” I promised and shut down my computer before gathering my things to leave the office for the day. “In fact, the first round is on me.”

“Exactly what I like to hear.” Sophie’s smile came easy but there was sympathy in her eyes that didn’t make sense.

Unless she knew, which was impossible. No one knew except me and Liam and he wouldn’t tell, which meant I was being paranoid. “Let’s get out of here then.”

“Eva’s meeting us there. Her lunch date with Oliver ran long.” Sophie rolled her eyes at the lie but the ghost of a smile on her mouth said she was as happy as I was for our third partner.

“A pitcher of mango margaritas please!”

“Jeez Olive, let the guy stop at our table first.”

I shrugged and ignored the blush that crept up my face and neck. “Sorry, I’m thirsty and the day has been…long.” She didn’t need to know it was because I was up all night having the greatest sex of my life.

“Is Dave really that bad?”

“No,” I sighed. “I feel bad for him because he really loved his wife and she was gone far too soon, but finding him a match has been exhausting.” He was gruff but sweet and he could be romantic when prompted. “He knows what his wife liked and that’s it.”

Sophie groaned. “Make that a double pitcher,” she told the waiter just before he left with our order.

“Sorry I’m late ladies. It couldn’t be helped.” Eva breezed in with smile that told the world exactly what she’d been doing before she arrived, and sat down on a big exhale. “What did I miss?”

“We’re just getting started,” Sophie grinned. “Margaritas are on the way.”

It was now or never. I could just tell these two, my closest friends, about the break up to throw them off the scent of my night with Liam. “Oh crap,” Eva shouted. “How did your lunch go yesterday?”

Now was my chance.

“Right, I forgot to ask,” she said with an apologetic shrug.

“Wyatt broke up with me and called me frigid.” Even to my own ears I didn’t sound as sad as I should over the death of a three year relationship.

“What?” Eva gasped and shouted loud enough for the whole restaurant to hear. “That bastard!”

I smiled because I knew I could count on Eva to come to my defense. Always. “Thanks. I was upset so I went home, got dressed up and went to The Mayflower to drown my sorrows.”

“Why didn’t you call us?” Sophie looked hurt but I couldn’t apologize for that. I wouldn’t.

“Because I needed to be alone for a while, to process…everything. I thought he was going to propose and he didn’t, then he said all those awful things.”

“Awful and total bullshit,” Sophie said, surprising a gasp out both me and Eva.

I nodded at her words, feeling buoyed by the fact that Liam wasn’t the only person who thought Wyatt was full of it. “That’s exactly why I had to be alone, to remind myself that he was wrong. And neglectful. And wrong for me in so many ways that I hadn’t realized, no matter how many times you and everyone else pointed it out to me. And I had to prove something to myself.” And I did. Beautifully.