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matter of fact, it is.”
    “You’re not the only one who has pointed that out recently. I never set out to get into the business, you understand. After my ex-client finished the program, I tested it. More or less as a lark, I tried it on some acquaintances and got lucky a couple of times. People went out on dates, had a good time. An engagement or two was announced. All of a sudden, I was in the matchmaking business.”
    “Damn.” He rubbed his jaw. “Are you sure that’s legal?”
    “Got news for you, Madison, anyone can set up in business as a matchmaker.”
    “Sort of like the sex therapy business, huh?”
    “Don’t.” She leveled a warning finger at him. “Mention that subject again.”
    “Hard to resist.”
    “Try.” She gave him an evil smile. “Now that you know the gruesome truth, that you placed your entire future in the hands of an amateur, maybe you’d like to rethink your insistence on that sixth date you say I owe you.”
    “No way.” He picked up his beer, tilted it to his mouth, and took a long swallow. Then he put the bottle down again. “I paid for it. I want it.”
    She made a face. “Anyone ever told you that you’ve got a real stubborn streak?”
    “It’s a Madison thing.” He studied her across the table. “What are you going to do next? After I get my sixth date and you shut down Private Arrangements, that is?”
    “Gee, I don’t know. Maybe I’ll apply for an executive position at Madison Commercial.”

    “Don’t bother. Something tells me you wouldn’t last long there, either.”
    “You’re probably right,” she said. “I’m what you’d call a self-motivated type. I don’t like working for other people. I prefer to make the decisions and set the agenda. It would be inevitable that sooner or later I would start telling you how to run your company.”
    “At which point I would have to can you.”
    “Of course.” She waved a dismissive hand. “Another career path down the tubes.”
    “How important is Flint to you?”
    “I told you not to mention his name to me again.” But there was no heat in her words this time.
    He decided to take a chance and push a little harder.
    “If the two of you had something serious going on, I can see where the sight of all the leather might have been a little traumatic.”
    “Anderson and I don’t have anything serious going on,” she said very steadily. “Not in the way you mean. I won’t say I didn’t enjoy his company on a few occasions but I knew from the start that he wasn’t interested in me personally.”
    “Just your program.”
    “Yes.
    “Are you going to help him out with his book?”
    “No,” she said.
    “Was it the scene in his office that made you change your mind?”
    “No.” She went to work on the little paper napkin that had accompanied the glass of wine, folding and creasing it in an abstract pattern. “I changed my mind several days ago. That’s what I was going to tell Anderson this afternoon when I went downstairs to see him.”
    “Why back out of the project?”
    “I’ve got my mind on other things right now.”
    He had been through too many negotiations, played too many games of strategy and brinksmanship not to know when an opponent was being evasive. But he had also had enough experience to know when to push and when to let things ride.
    “As long as we’re here,” he said. “We might as well have dinner.”
    She looked up from her origami project. “Dinner?”
    “We both have to eat. Unless you’ve got other plans?”

    “No,” she said slowly. “I don’t have any other plans.”

    He walked her back to a handsome brick building and saw her to her front door on the top floor. When she turned in the doorway to say good-night, he looked past her through a small foyer into the living room of her apartment. He could see warm yellow walls, white moldings near the ceiling and a lot of vividly patterned velvet pillows heaped on a brilliant purple sofa. The curved arm of a