Miss Match
other books by Lindzee Armstrong
Brooke's Rules for Staying in the Friend Zone
Billionaire CEO Luke Ryder doesn’t want to hire his best friend, Brooke, as his matchmaker. Not when he’s been in love with her for eight years. Too bad she doesn’t see him as relationship material and is engaged to another man. If the matchmaking company she works for closes, Brooke is out of a job, and Luke is out a best friend. There will be nothing stopping her from moving to Italy with her fiancé. And Luke isn’t about to let that happen.
Brooke’s dream career may be crumbling, and she will do anything to keep Toujour in the black. Even recruit Luke, America’s favorite bachelor, as her next client. Surely his perfect smile and swollen bank account will send clients swarming to their doors. But when matching up Luke works a little too well, Brooke wonders if she’s with the right man. Maybe she should finally forget Luke’s playboy image and admit he’s changed. All Brooke has to decide is if she’s willing to risk her heart.
MISS MATCH
No Match for Love Book One
by
Lindzee Armstrong
Other Books by Lindzee Armstrong
No Match for Love Series
Other Works
Wishing on Baby Dust (published under Lydia Winters)
First Love, Second Choice (part of the Sweet and Sassy Anthology: Hidden Identities)
Copyright
©
2015 by Lindzee Armstrong
Published by Snowflake Press
All rights reserved. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. No part of this book can be reproduced in any form or by electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without the express written permission of the author.
Edited by Tristi Pinkston
Cover Design by Novak Illustrations
Interior Design by Snowflake Press
Tooele, UT
ISBN 978-0-9863632-2-1
Library of Congress Control Number 2015906687
To my mom, who sacrificed a lot of time to help me follow my dreams and never once complained. I love you!
Brooke’s Rules for Staying in the Friend Zone
1. Absolutely no kissing on the lips.
2. Hugging is okay, but only for three seconds or less.
3. Cuddling is fine as long as we’re doing something (like watching a movie) and not just cuddling for cuddling’s sake.
4. We can call for emergency dates (for weddings, work events, that sort of thing) at any time, and the other person has to agree.
5. We can’t call for dates just because we’re bored.
6. Plans with each other can be broken for a “real” date.
7. Hanging out doesn’t count as a date as long as we each pay for ourselves.
8. No extravagant or expensive gifts for each other.
9. If one of us needs help, the other will drop everything and come running—no questions asked.
10. We can each use the other as a fake boyfriend or girlfriend to dissuade unwanted attention from a persistent admirer.
11. Rule #4 and #10 are void if one of us is in a relationship.
12. We can stay overnight at each other’s apartments, as long as we are in separate rooms.
13. No keeping personal items at each other’s homes. That’s what couples do.
14. Holding hands is okay, as long as neither of us is dating someone.
CHAPTER ONE
Luke wrapped his fingers around
the leather steering wheel of his Aston Martin One-77. He pressed the clutch and shifted gears, speeding through a yellow traffic light. His chest tightened as his heart constricted.
Just a few more minutes.
Then today would fade away as he lost himself in the bottom of a glass.
Five minutes later, Luke tossed his keys to the valet and walked into the exclusive Los Angeles club. The pulse of music made the black walls, draped in shimmery purple fabric, vibrate with every beat. His shoulders dropped and his breathing slowed as the music washed over him. Lights from the dance floor reflected off the chandeliers in tiny rainbows. The club smelled like expensive alcohol and perfume. Despite the holiday, or maybe because of it, the dance floor was crammed with people. He ignored them and headed straight for the bar. The women would come to him soon enough.
“Mr. Ryder,” the bartender said. “I didn’t expect to see you here today. The usual?”
Luke nodded and sank onto a barstool. The bartender made a Scotch on the rocks and handed it over. Luke downed it in two painful gulps. He noticed women turning his direction, whispering to their friends.
Here come the gold diggers.
It’s why he’d come to the bar instead of drinking at home, but he wasn’t ready for them yet. It always took a few drinks to forget Brooke and enjoy the company of other women.
One broke away from her group and sauntered over. Luke knew her type immediately—microscopic party dress, bleached blonde hair, sun-tanned skin. Fake boobs and Daddy’s credit card.
Wait. He didn’t just recognize her type. He recognized
her.
She sat down on the stool next to his, leaning forward so her cleavage was shown at its best advantage. “Luke Ryder, in the flesh.”
“Candi. What are you doing back in California?”
“Buy me a drink and I’ll tell you.”
“For old time’s sake,” Luke agreed. He lifted his hand, signaling for the bartender. “I’ll have another Scotch, and give this lady whatever she wants. A vodka martini still your drink of choice?”
“You remembered.”
The waiter left to get their drinks. Candi played with the cuff on Luke’s shirt. “What’s a man like you doing here on Thanksgiving? Surely you have somewhere better to be.”
He resisted the urge to shrug off her hand. It wasn’t like Brooke was here to see. “I do.” But the house had been too quiet without his dad whistling Christmas tunes off-key. The dinner table had been too empty with only him and his mom. The meal had been too bland, lacking his dad’s jokes and famous deep-fried turkey. As soon as his mom had started to yawn, Luke had bolted.
Candi’s lips turned down in a sympathetic pout. “This must be such a hard day for you. It’s only been, what, a month since your father passed? I’ve been keeping tabs on you through the press.”
Five weeks and two days. He’d felt every one of them.
The bartender returned with their drinks, and Luke took a sip from his.
Candi crossed one of her long, shapely legs over the other. “I’m sure you remember what a comforting person I am. I can make you feel better if you let me.”
Luke didn’t doubt that. Candi had been his college girlfriend, and another failed attempt to make Brooke jealous. Luke and Candi’s relationship had been rocky at best. She was a possessive and jealous girlfriend, prone to mind games. He’d been relieved when she got a job across the country and moved. But she
had
known how to make him feel better.
What would Brooke think?
She’d never liked Candi much.
She’d think about Antonio, that’s what.
The ring on her finger made that much clear.
Still, he couldn’t bring himself to encourage Candi. Not yet. “I’ll stick to drinking, thanks.” He took a sip to emphasize his point.
Candi’s tongue flicked out and moistened her top lip. “You never used to drink much.”
“My father used to be alive.”
Candi leaned back, the flirtatious act dropped for the first time. “I understand. I lost my father almost two years ago. Lung cancer, same as yours. He couldn’t give up smoking, even at the end.”
“My father didn’t smoke.” But his grandfather had. Secondhand smoke, the doctors said. That’s what caused the lung cancer. Eighteen years of living with a pack-a-day smoker. It always seemed cruel that his dad had to die for a choice he never made. “I’m sorry about your dad. I hadn’t heard. Does it get easier with time?”
“No. But you get better at dealing with it.”
Her honesty was unexpected and refreshing. Maybe she’d changed in the four years since he’d last seen her.
Brooke would hate that you’re here with Candi,
his mind whispered.
Brooke doesn’t get an opinion. She has Antonio now.
Candi smiled at Luke. Her teeth were too white and too straight, her smile too wide. Obviously her career as a model had been successful enough to afford a few enhancements.
“I’ve thought a lot about you the last few years. Even thought about contacting you when I moved back a few months ago,” Candi said.
“Why didn’t you?”
“I figured if you wanted to find me, you would. But then I saw you here tonight and couldn’t resist.” Candi took another sip of her martini, then set it on the bar. She held her hand out to Luke. “Enough of this depressing talk. Let’s dance.”
Candi had been a lot of things. Crazy. Erratic. Possessive. But she’d also been fun, passionate, and great at making him forget his troubles. She was exactly what he needed tonight.
Luke let Candi lead him to the dance floor. Brooke was home, probably video chatting with Antonio and eating pie with her mom. Candi was here.
Candi grabbed his hips, moving them in rhythm with the music. Luke took a shot from a passing waiter and let the alcohol take over. For hours they danced. As his brain clouded, Candi grew more beautiful, the music became more exciting, and dancing more enjoyable than ever.
“My apartment’s only a few blocks away,” Candi told Luke after yet another dance. “Remember how much fun we used to have?”
Luke’s muddled brain sharpened.
Brooke.
She doesn’t want me. Not like that.
Still, he wanted to at least try to be a gentleman. “Are you sure?”
Candi moved closer, pressing herself against him. Her skin glistened with moisture under the colored lights. “Yes. I’ll help you forget all about today. I promise.” And then her lips were on his. Her arms were like vises—soft, comforting vises that made him feel less dead inside.
And she’d always been a fantastic kisser.
He closed his eyes and imagined he was kissing Brooke. Imagined it was her arms wrapped around his neck, her fingers threading through his hair. Luke should’ve made his move on Brooke when he had the chance, despite the promise he’d made to his father. The lights of the dance hall flickered behind his closed eyelids as he let himself dream.
He was startled back to the present by a shout. “Luke!” The voice was relieved, with a hint of panic.