Game, Set, Match (A Humorous Contemporary Romance) (Love Match) by Nana Malone Read Free Book Online Page A

matches. Give me the deets.”
    Izzy cringed at her exposed secret and stood up to inspect the package on the shelf. She fiddled with the box, but resisted the urge to tear it open like a kid on Christmas. It’s not like she had the time to play with it anyway.
    “There was no sizzle, no tension. Nothing happened in the closet. He stopped a box from falling on my head. That’s all.” Hand on her hips, she huffed. “We’re old friends. That’s it. In fact, I wouldn’t even call us friends. More like acquaintances.” Her fingers played with the tape on the box as she angled her head to give Jessica a look. “And I don’t watch all his matches. I do happen to love tennis, you know.” She rolled her eyes for exaggerated effect, before she added, “Besides, isn’t he getting married to that actress, the tiny, pert blond one?”
    Jessica leaned forward. “The plot thickens. What’s the matter, Iz, jealous? Are you two lost lovers?” Jessica rubbed her hands together with maniacal glee. “Even better than I imagined.”
    Izzy laughed and shook her head. “No plot. Just…” Izzy’s voice trailed off as she searched for the right word. “Friends. Never lovers.”
    Not for lack of trying.
    Jessica shook her head. “Even if I believed that, which I don’t, but if I did, that doesn’t change the fact you need to get some, and he’s clearly interested. Even daft Simon couldn’t have missed that. And I heard what he said about going to play at his house.” She shivered. “So hot. I’d be more than happy to go and play with him.”
    “A, I do not need to get some. B, he is not interested. Trust me. And C, have you forgotten Simon and I might start something?   And  see earlier comment about Mr. Hot Enough to Melt in Your Mouth getting married.” She sighed. “And don’t call Simon daft.”
    Jessica snorted a dismissal. “When are you going to realize that you and Simon have no future? He’s not what you need, no matter how much he insists he is. And that you can’t believe everything you read in a trashy tabloid.”
    “This from the woman who lives and dies by Perez Hilton.”
    “Answer me this, Batman. Does Simon make you feel the way that Jason did yesterday?” Jessica continued to give her stern look, and Izzy grew warm under her discerning gaze. She didn’t want to talk about Simon. Not with Jessica, certainly not with Jason.
    She’d played Jason’s conversation through her head since yesterday. How dare he question her relationship with Simon? Her relationships were her business. He’d opted out of her life years ago.
    Izzy stiffened her spine. “What is your problem with Simon, anyway? You act like he’s this major troll, but he’s not. He’s very attractive. For Pete’s sake, he looks just like Blair Underwood.”
    “And he knows it.”
    Annoyed, Izzy said. “He’s dependable.”
    Jessica sighed. “He’s dull.”
    Izzy spread her arms. “He’s committed to making something work with us.”
    Jessica shook her head. “When was the last time you were with your battery operated boyfriend and fantasized it was Simon? Oh yeah, scratch that, you can’t picture kissing him, let alone doing  The   Do .”
    Izzy dropped her head into her hands and pushed her hair back off her forehead. “Is there any hope you’ll let this conversation go?”
    Pink wisps floated around Jessica’s head as she shook it. “Nope. I care about you. You should be happy, and have real love. Not just date the guy who’s convenient.”
    “He’s not convenient. He’s great. He—”
    Jessica interrupted. “When’s the last time your toes curled? When’s the last time you had one of those passionate, mind-numbing kisses, so good you forgot your name? Can Simon give you that? I’m guessing Jason can.”
    Had she ever had that with anyone?  The answer formed in her mind before she could stop it. Yes. With Jason. Izzy didn’t like where this conversation was headed. It depressed her. “Look, not