Page 41 of The Matchmaker
“And is the person you’re looking for a man or a woman or—”
“I’m not picky,” she dismisses. “But I want dark hair. And kind eyes.”
I smile at that. “Kind eyes?”
“And dark hair,” she repeats, her brow furrowing in fierce concentration before smoothing out completely. “That’s it. For now.”
Gemma gives her a dry look. “Good to see you being so open to potential partners.”
“There’s nothing wrong with knowing what you want. Did you get all that?”
“Uh…yes.” I scan through the list, trying to tick off everything she said. Nush leans over as I do, peering at the page.
“Can I ask the questions this time?”
“What time?”
“For you.”
“Oh.” I look up, surprised. “No, I’m not going to do it.”
“Just to see.”
“But I’m not looking for—”
Nush snatches the paper from my hand, sitting back with a toss of her hair.
“What do you look for in a partner?” she asks.
“It’s not hard.” Gemma mimics when I just blink. Which, okay, fair.
“No judgment,” Nush prompts, taking my pen next. “Safe space. What are your kinks?”
“My— I don’t know,” I say, bewildered. “Is that one on the list?”
“Now it is. Spill.”
“I don’t think I have any kinks.”
Nush purses her lips and writes something down. “So, would you say you’re more vanilla?”
“No.”
“There’s nothing wrong with boring sex, Katie.”
“Just read the actual questions, please.”
Nush sighs in disappointment but does as she’s asked. “What do you look for in a partner?” she repeats.
“Someone nice?” It comes out like a question, but Nush nods.
“Very important. But let’s dig a little deeper. What drew you to your last partners? Did they make you laugh? Have really nice calf muscles? What did they have in common?”
“They were all assholes?” Gemma mutters, and I give her a look.
“They were not all assholes.”
“Two of them cheated on you.”
