1 The Mutt and the Matchmaker
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“I figured out who your ex was and tracked him down.”
Jane felt tears prickle the back of her eyes.
“And he just handed this over?”
Tom shrugged eloquently. “I convinced him you deserved the chance to make your dream come true.”
Her chest swelled with gratitude. It was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for her. “Thank you.”
“I believe in you, Jane. I always believed in you, even when you were my prime suspect.”
“How could you think—?”
Simultaneously they both said, “Dianne.”
Tom hung his head apologetically. “Sorry.”
“Me too.”
“Kiss him, you idiot,” a voice called from outside the ring.
Jane looked over at Armani, who was making a kissy face at them.
“Did you bring her?” Jane asked.
Tom shook his head.
“Kiss. Kiss,” another voice chimed in. Ruby stepped closer to the ring. “Don’t be an idiot, nephew. You know the girl is special.”
“Kiss,” the Schroders, proud new owners of a Beagle-Schnauzer mix yelled out.
“You can spend the rest of your lives making up,” Astrid added.
“Kiss. Kiss,” Armani urged.
“Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss.” The nearby crowd chanted, following the matchmaker’s lead.
“Woof! Woof!” Calamity barked, echoing the sentiments of everyone.
Embarrassed by all the attention, Jane looked to Tom for help.
“Even the dog agrees,” he said, an amused twinkle in his eye.
“Your dog,” Jane corrected.
Tom cupped her cheeks in his hands. “Why don’t we make her our dog?”
Before she could answer, he lowered his mouth to hers and kissed away any doubts she might have had. As his lips and tongue worked their magic, Jane forgot about being embarrassed. She forgot about the crowd watching them. She forgot to breathe.
Chapter 16
Less than a year later, a room full of their family and friends chanted the request to kiss again at Tom and Jane’s wedding reception.
Enveloped in her new husband’s loving embrace, Jane decided it was the happiest moment of her life. “You never told me,” she whispered in his ear.
“Told you what?”
“What Armani called me. She called you Tarzan. What did she call me?”
Tom grinned. “You want me to tell you here? In front of everyone?”
“Whisper it to me.”
“She said you were luscious fruit, ripe to eat.” He bit her earlobe. “She was right.”
Tom indulged the crowd by laying a big, fat, sexy kiss on her for everyone to see.
The crowd clapped and cheered. Even Calamity, who’d in the past year become the most well-adjusted dog imaginable, and even served as their ring bearer, joined in with a couple of enthusiastic yips.
When they finally came up for air, Jane scanned the wedding guests for the woman who was responsible for her happiness, but she couldn’t get her attention.
Armani Vasquez was watching a certain blonde, very, very carefully.
The end
Find out who Armani fixes up next in The Matchmaker Mysteries, Book 2.
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16