said quickly, wondering what upset him." This is about you. You don't want to be alone every night, do you?"
Reaching out, h e put a finger under her chin. "Are you volunteering?"
His touch short-circuited her mind. All her thoughts vanished. She only saw him. She only felt the electric sensation of his one finger on her skin. She wanted to tip forward into his arms.
She wanted him to kiss her.
Just once—just to see. They were already so close.
As she shook her head to clear the lust, his big hand wrapped around her chin, a caress she felt on every erogenous zone on her body.
She heard her mother's voice , manic, exclaiming, You must never fall in love with your clients .
Not that she was going to f all in love with the Hulk . That was overstating what was going on. Jumping his bones, on the other hand, was within the realm.
But he was the fastest way to getting her mother back on an even keel, so s he stepped out of his reach, knowing she was doing the right thing. " I'm volunteering to find you the perfect woman . We're going to go over some introductory questions, so I have a better idea of who you are. And then we're going to have to do something about your hair."
"My hair?" he growled.
"You need a haircut. Unless I can find a woman who's into rockers, but you'd have more luck with that on the Jersey coast than in San Francisco."
He stared at her. She had no idea what was going on in his head, but she breathed a sigh of relief when he said, "I really have no choice in this, do I? You won't give up until you find some sucker to go out with me."
"I won't .B ut I promise she'll be awesome." S h e gave him a confident smile, even though the idea of handing him over to some random woman irritated her.
She'd just push her feelings aside. This was important. Her mother's well-being lay in the balance. Valentine's sanity , too, because the longer her mother stayed in town, the more likely she'd go crazy right alongside her.
On the bright side, maybe her dad could get a deal on a padded room for two.
Unfortunately she didn't have many women in her database. In fact, most of the people in her database were men she'd dated in the past. She'd added Nicole, but she couldn't pair her friend with the Hulk. Even if Nicole didn't already have a boyfriend, it seemed wrong.
She frowned. "I don't know your name."
He looked like he didn't want to tell her, but finally he said, "Ethan Hunter."
"Nice to meet you, Ethan Hunter." She gestured to the chair he'd vacated. "Please sit. In order to find a good match for you, I need to get to know you."
She wasn't sure he'd play along, so when he sat she sighed in relief. Hope surged through her. She might actually make this work. She took out her phone and sat across from him.
"What are you doing?" he asked with more curiosity than surliness.
"Pulling up my matchmaking app." She brandished her phone and then opened the app.
"There's a matchmaking app?"
"Well, it's not on the market yet. You're my test case." She glanced up at him. "Don't worry. It rocks."
"You developed it yourself?" he asked incredulously.
"You don't need to look like I just sprouted another head." Although she was used to it. She'd been tinkering for years, and people were always surprised when she said she'd developed something.
Ethan shook his head. "It's just—"
"What?"
"Unexpected," he said finally.
The way he was watching her made her want to squirm, so she ducked her head and focused on her phone. "Age?"
"Thirty."
" Sign? "
" Stop ," he said immediately . After a moment, he added, "And sometimes Do Not Cross. "
Valentine shook her head but she couldn't help smiling." Kids? "
" No ne . " At her look, he said, "I'm careful."
" Do you want them? "
" Do you? "
Frowning, she shrugged." Does that matter? "
"Yes."
"Then sure. As long as they aren't girls ."
" W h at do you have against girls? "
" Nothing. I love all kids. But I don't need my daughter going through what I did growing up. "
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