The Matchmaker's Replacement [Kindle in Motion] (Wingmen Inc. Book 2) by Rachel van Dyken Page A

detailed, that my printer broke.”
    She looked at the guy again and scrunched up her nose. “He seems nice. Maybe he’s a freak in bed, you never know.”
    “And by freak you mean he wants to talk about his feelings and goes ‘what are you thinking’ every five seconds?”
    “Hey!” Gabs looked offended. “Nothing wrong with asking direct questions.”
    “When someone asks ‘What are you thinking?’ what they’re really asking is ‘Are you thinking about me?’ Narcissism at its worst.”
    Gabi’s face fell as if I’d just told her Santa and the Easter bunny got together and ate Nemo and the dog from Up .
    I changed the subject. “Introduce yourself. Always keep Wingmen Inc. cards on you.” I gave her a stack of Wingmen Inc. cards with Ian’s Superman-style insignia on the front and our e-mail information on back. “Remember, this is the first meeting, so he can still say no. Be persuasive, make him feel good about you, this process, how you can help him, your knowledge, and you’ll be fine.”

    “But—” Gabs paled. “I don’t know—”
    “Off you go.” I smirked, ready for the train wreck to happen. She’d be completely lost without the playbook. She wasn’t cocky like Ian and me. She lacked the arrogance to make someone feel small one moment, only to make them feel like the most important person in the room the very next.
    She’d see she needed me.
    And I’d happily come to her rescue.
    Because that’s what . . . Ian did.
    What the hell? Not what I did.
    I didn’t even want her working for us, damn it! What the hell was happening to me?
    I was supposed to be training her.
    That’s it.
    So what happened when the training was over and she was by herself? With all the nerds? What happened when I didn’t have any more excuses to drive her insane?
    I sipped on my drink and ignored the panic rising in my chest.
    Friends.
    Enemies.
    We were both.
    No need to add any more labels to what was already turning out to be the most confusing relationship of my life.

Chapter Ten
    Gabi
    B efore I forget.” Lex crooked his finger. “Lean down, Sunshine.”
    “I’m not giving you a view of my breasts, I don’t care if you’re breathing your last breath or the world will end if you don’t see nipple. Not happening.” I crossed my arms as if to make my point while Lex rolled his eyes and held up a small microphone. “Oh.”
    “Feel stupid yet?”
    “No.”
    “Just let me fasten it between whatever the hell these are.” He pointed to my breasts and then, before I could protest, slid his hands into the front of my dress and attached a small microphone to the middle of my bra. My black dress had a V neck, so it wasn’t hard for him to access. His hands were warm, damn him.
    “Done?” I asked in a high-pitched, airy voice that so didn’t sound like mine.
    “Testing.” He spoke into my cleavage. “Testing one, two . . .”
    “Now you’re just playing around.”
    “Sunshine, if I was playing, your tits would know it”—he lifted his gaze to mine—“and you would too.”
    I jerked away from him and straightened my dress. He held out an earpiece.
    “You’ve got to be kidding me! This isn’t a sting operation!”
    Lex gave me a condescending look and shrugged, still holding out the earpiece. “I’m not sending you in blind. Not someone like you.”
    The comment stung, more than it should, which meant somehow the bastard was slinking his way back into my life. Normally I brushed off every comment that came spilling out of his mouth. So if I was actually taking some of his barbs to heart, I was letting him in. Again. Things had shifted between us, and they needed to stay the hell stable before I lost my mind. His gaze was lingering more than usual, as were his hands. I shivered.
    “Fine.” I grabbed the earpiece and put it in my ear while Lex did the same and then spoke into a tiny microphone in his hand.
    I nodded. “I hear you just fine, and no, I’m not going to fluff your