“Right.” I gulp down more water to hide my shock. I hadn’t really thought about why Marcus was supposed to meet a woman he didn’t know. I’d just sort of assumed he’d been set up on a blind date by a friend, or that he has a casual profile on a dating app, like I do. Lots of people do that these days; online dating is no longer just for losers. A matchmaker, however, is a different matter.
A matchmaker implies he wants something serious—and possibly quite particular.
“Are you, um…” Crap, how do I phrase it without freaking him out? “Are you looking to get married or something?”
“Of course.” His expression cools further. “Isn’t that the very definition of the service a matchmaker provides?”
“Well, yes…” I know I sound like an i***t, but I can’t help it. I’ve never known the male of the s
