Searching for Perfect (19 page)

She arched a golden brow. “I don’t welsh on my promises. I’m ready to play some golf.”

He almost laughed at the disdain in her voice as she said the word. His spirits lifted and suddenly, he was excited for the few hours ahead. He was such a chump.

“I’m helping someone else out with his swing, but he’s running late. He may catch up with us later. Let’s hit the course.”

He shifted his clubs, guided her into the golf cart, and led her to the first tee. The wooded pines and fir trees tangled amid acres of bright green under a cloudless sky. The air held a hint of chill, but the sun poured down bright and cheerful. Her hushed voice floated in the wind. “It’s so beautiful. And quiet.”

“Midweek is the best time. We can just relax and play around a bit. Less serious stuff.”

“Do you ever think of playing professionally?”

He shook his head and set the clubs down. “Nah, not interested. I enjoy helping others, though, and I’m constantly looking to shave a stroke or two off my game. It’s a mental challenge, but it’s also soothing. Out here, I can clear my head.”

She dragged in a breath and smiled. “Yeah, I see what you mean. I’m always focused on my next task, even when I’m alone, I forget what it’s like to just be.”

“Must be tough trying to bring love to the world.”

She crinkled her nose. “You making fun of me?”

“No. I think you’re held to a higher power than me and my rockets. I help people get to space. You help people find love.”

She drew back in surprise. Those gorgeous whiskey eyes softened. “Thanks.”

“Welcome. You remember the grip we talked about?”

“Like this?”

He spent a few minutes going over the basics and rules of the game. “Use this club for your approach shot. Do you know the target?”

“Oh, can I put the ball in that pretty beach thing there?”

“No, that’s a hazard. Sand trap. If it looks pretty, avoid it.” He pointed right. “Over there, see the flag?”

“That’s a million miles away!”

“You don’t get there in the first shot. Aim that way, and we do it in stages. Each one is a stroke. Right now I want to concentrate on your natural swing. We learned a lot from the simulator, but this will be different. Remember to keep your eye on the ball.”

“Hello, naked Channing Tatum.”

“Thanks for the visual. I just threw up in my mouth.”

Her giggle charmed rather than annoyed him. She drew the club back, rotated nicely, and slammed the club forward, completing a nice full arc.

The ball flew in a perfect spin and landed on the edge of the fairway.

Very close to the green.

How the hell had she done that?

“Oh, man, I suck! I told you I’d suck.”

“Ken, that was a great shot. Most men I teach can’t do that for at least a few weeks. Have you practiced?”

She snorted. “With what? Listen, we need to talk about something serious. I thought you said your golf clothes were designer. When are you going to start listening to me regarding your wardrobe?”

Nate ignored her, studied the landing, and did a few calculations in his head. How could she have completed a good square club face as a novice? Her natural swing was off the charts. This time, he found the pencil in his pocket, grabbed his scorecard, and scribbled down some calculations. Again, she held a slight left hook tendency, but that was an easy tweak.

“Earth to Nate.”

“Yeah?”

“The orange pants. That is a crime against nature. You’re scaring the birds.”

He looked up with a frown. “Are you kidding me? These shorts are from Rickie Fowler’s line. They cost a fortune.”

“Who’s Ricky?”

“One of the best golfers in the world.”

Kennedy rolled her eyes. “For God’s sakes, why is he designing clothes if he golfs? Golfers have the world’s worst fashion sense. You can’t wear those again.”

“Fine.”

“Your turn, right?”

“Yeah.” He quieted his mind and his breath, and hit his approach shot. Damn, he’d end up getting a bogey if he didn’t clean it up in the next swing. He barely missed the hazard and fell into the rough close to Kennedy’s ball.

“Yay, you did good. Cool, we’re together.”

“Let’s go.”

They trudged to the next hole. This time, he studied the way she set up her body. Her pullback was amazing, a gorgeous, graceful arc that connected cleanly with the ball. Rarely did females follow through with enough power to hit the ball far, let alone keep their eyes so securely on the target. Her shot cut through the air and landed right next to the hole.

No. Fucking. Way.

His eyes bugged out. She stuck out her lower lip in a pout to rival a movie star’s. “Aww, I missed.”

He jerked around. “Missed? You can putt the ball right in. You got a par three.”

“That’s good?”

“It’s almost impossible for a beginner. Or so I thought.”

She brightened and did a little dance. Her skirt swung and showed off tanned, muscular thighs and a cute rear. The little white socks and sneakers gave her a juvenile
look. Her full breasts strained against the dress and bounced to the rhythm. He cursed under his breath and bit his tongue on purpose. The sudden pain grounded him.

He was missing something. What did she have that most first-time golfers didn’t? How could she line herself up so perfectly without strain and manage to pitch the ball so far? “Your turn!” she chirped.

“Fine.” This time, the ball rolled in a drunken arc too far from the green and slid into the sand trap.

“Oh, I’m sorry. That’s bad, right?”

Aggravation stirred inside him. “Yes, that’s bad. You go. Use the putter.”

“Cool, I like the little stick better.” She wiggled her ass and with a delicate tap, sank the ball. “Yay, I did it!”

“Goody for you.”

“How are you going to get out of that sand thing?”

“Watch.” Usually he was a whiz at the sand traps, but this time he took two swings to get himself out. When he finally sank his ball, he was wondering if he was being pranked on some hidden camera show.

The nightmare continued. Nate watched as she commanded each hole, her swing never wavering and giving her perfect pars while he struggled with his own game. She grew perkier, and he grew more annoyed as he started sporting a massive erection and a headache.

By the time they were halfway through, he was done.

“Maybe we should break. I don’t want to tire you the first time we’re on a real course,” he said.

“Good idea. Hey, this wasn’t as bad as I thought. I’ll do it again.”

“Hooray,” Nate said humorlessly.

They climbed into the cart and took off. Nate wondered if he could sneak back in an hour and finish his game. It must be the sexual energy that had messed him up. He quickly texted Wolfe that they’d need to reschedule for that week and decided to go to work early.

“Nate?”

“Yeah?”

“Did you always want to be an aerospace engineer?”

Her off-topic question pulled him back to the present. “No. I wanted to be a superhero. I always felt I could make Batman’s cave a hell of a lot better, and the Batmobile needed some tweaking.”

That earned him another of her husky laughs. “Bet you were always smart.”

“Yeah. I got bored too quickly in school, so they pushed me ahead a year. And of course, once they introduced higher mathematical concepts, I understood exactly what they meant. I never struggled, and in my spare time I studied formulas. So I changed from becoming the next Batman to helping get a man into space. When the NASA program disassembled, I sided with the camp of the private sector that wanted to open up space travel to everyone. Rich billionaires began creating their own companies for the purpose, and I came back to New York.”

“Was Connor here?”

“Yeah, my family grew up near Westchester so it was a chance for us to get back in the same state. I missed my brother. He’s the only family I have left.”

She nodded. “I always wished I had a sibling. That’s
why I’m so close with Kate and Arilyn. We met in college and bonded and they became my family.”

“What about your mom and dad?”

Darkness stole over her face, momentarily capturing the jubilance that had come from her earlier success at the game. “We don’t talk much. It’s better that way.” He nodded, not digging any further. The gentle whirr of the cart’s wheels broke the silence. “I know you study propulsion, but what exactly are you trying to find? Are you hired to build a certain rocket?”

“No. We’re looking for more efficient ways to create spacecraft. I’m working on new formulas to challenge our current ideas. Something called the thrust equation.”

“The thrust equation depends on the mass flow through the engine and the exit velocity, right?”

He narrowed his gaze. She acted like she’d just told him she liked the color red. “Exchanging
Vogue
for
Science Today
?” he asked casually. He was afraid to scare her off after the other night, but dear God, she was trying to kill him.

“I looked up your company on the net to get some info on your job.”

His heart shifted. There wasn’t one person in his entire life who cared enough even to figure out what he did all day. His throat closed up. “Why?”

“I wanted to get an idea of who you were. To match you with the right woman, of course. Career is an important part of your life and expectations for your future wife.”

He pushed down the strange mix of emotions that tore through him. “I’m just the nerdy guy behind the notepad.”

“Nate?”

He pulled into the main area and parked. “Yeah?”

“Nerds are underrated.”

Their connection slammed through him and punched out his breath. Damn her. Every time he tried to get his footing, she knocked him back on his ass. Her face softened, and she was staring at him as if she wanted him, but didn’t want to want him, and his head swam and his dick ached. Suddenly, he didn’t care about right, wrong, or reason. He leaned in, got a whiff of her heady scent, and cupped her cheeks.

“You can’t say that and expect me not to kiss you, Ken.”

His lips covered hers, and she gave that little hitched moan he bet she uttered during an orgasm. She opened for him and he slipped his tongue deep, drinking in her essence, thrusting in and out like he longed to do between her thighs. The sun beat down, the birds sang, golf balls flew, people chattered, and nothing else mattered except the touch and taste and smell of her.

She kissed him back. Stroked his tongue with hers. Gave it all back to him.

Too soon, she drew back and stared. Her lower lip was slightly swollen and gleamed with wetness. “Don’t do that.”

He wanted to laugh at her admonition, but he was too painfully turned on. “Sorry. But I don’t regret it.”

“I’m throwing you a mixer, dammit. To hopefully meet your wife. Let’s pretend this never happened, because I promise you, Nate, it will never happen again. Got it?”

Those amber eyes sparked with temper and a passion he craved to tap into, but he did the right thing and nodded. “Got it.”

She slid out of the cart in a flash of white fabric and bare skin. “See you Friday. At the mixer.”

He didn’t answer. Just watched her walk away and wondered if he’d ever meet someone who would match her.

THAT FRIDAY EVENING, NATE
walked into Cosmos like he was about to face a firing squad.

The small group of women hung in the corner, drinking wine and chatting like they were friends and not about to compete for his attention. Not that he felt like a prize. In fact, his stomach lurched at the thought of having to conduct not only safe but sparkling conversation with strangers and then pick one to date. He must’ve been crazy to agree to this. His gaze swung to the object of his thoughts, dreams, and lately his fantasy world. She was dressed in a yellow tweed suit that looked custom fit with a super-short skirt accented by her matching yellow sandals. Her gold ankle bracelet winked at him, and her gorgeous hair streamed down in streaks of blond and brown. She moved around the room like a firefly, bright and quick and impossible to ignore.

Since the golf outing, Nate had focused on the upcoming event and targeted his energy into his real future. With a woman he’d marry, have children with, and love till death do they part. His head was now wrapped tight around one rule: Kennedy Ashe was only his matchmaker.

If only he could wrap his dick around the rule, too.

Nate walked up to her. “Hey.”

She smiled. “How are you doing?”

“Just peachy.”

She laughed. The deep, husky tone stroked him everywhere and set off an explosion of heat. “Don’t freak out on me. These women were handpicked. They’re easy to get along with and really looking forward to meeting with you. I’ll introduce you to everyone first, and then escort each of them to a private table so you can have some alone time. You look great.”

“Thanks.” The charcoal pants and silk shirt had an easy elegance he liked. And the shoes were pretty damn awesome. He’d never thought of Italian leather as the bomb, but now he didn’t know if he’d ever go back. “So do you.”

She opened her mouth to respond, but a large guy swooped in on her and pulled her into a tight hug. His hands slid comfortably around to her backside. A violent impulse sputtered within him like a bad car engine refusing to turn over, and he barely held back from knocking the asshole’s grip away from the full curve of her ass.

“Hey, babe. What time you done? Wanna hook up for a drink afterward?”

She tossed him a flirty look and shook her head. “Sorry, can’t tonight.”

“All work and no play makes for an unsatisfied woman, Ken.”

“Speak for yourself, Ron.”

He gave a big bear laugh that annoyed Nate. “I’ll be in the kitchen if you get a break. Come visit.” He winked. “I promise not to get dough all over your nice clothes this time.”

“Promises, promises,” she sang. The dude walked away with a stupid come-hither look on his face and pushed his way back into the crowd. His sheer height and weight cut an easy path through the throng of people, but his rudeness and ego were evident. Definitely a prior high school bully. She pulled her gaze away from his retreat and refocused. “Okay, are you ready to meet everyone?”