Page 128 of Match Me if You Can

“Yeah,” I say. “Maybe.”

“No maybe about it, Vi,” he says firmly before his voice softens and he glances over at Ace. “However it started, I’m just glad the two of you have each other.”

Heart squeezing, I reach over, take his hand. “There’s hope for you yet, Beckett Ambrose.”

“No, Vi.” His mouth twists, but not up into a smile. Down into a frown. “I’m not thinking that’s something you should hold your breath for.”

“Just because Jenny is with O⁠—”

“Don’t.” And it’s so sharp that I jump, jerk my hand back.

“Okay,” I whisper, meeting his cold brown eyes. “I won’t.”

A terse nod, his gaze going forward, a muscle jumping in his cheek.

Too much too fast.

I definitely screwed up there.

“I’ll, um”—his eyes come to mine, still full of frigid rage—“I’ll just give you some space.” But when I stand up and reach for my book, he snags my wrist.

“Sit your ass down, Vi,” he orders. “And drink your damned wine.”

“Right,” I whisper as I lower myself down, pick up my glass, and drink, having absolutely no idea what to say.

After a few minutes, Beck doesn’t have that problem.

“So you’re giving all the Ambroses their truths today, huh?”

I chance glancing over, see that he’s banked the anger, amusement taking its place. “I⁠—”

He smiles and it really does do amazing things to his face. “Maybe you should give me your card, sweetheart.”

“Excuse me?” I ask, brows pulling together.

“Think you can work some of that Blue Line magic on another Ambrose brother?”

I blink. “You’d want me to find you your match?”

“Seems to me you might be my only hope.”

“I—”

“So”—he flicks his fingers out impatiently—“your card?”

I pull it together. “It doesn’t work that way, Beck.”

“No?” He tilts his head to the side, studying me closely. “Then how does it work?”

“Word of mouth.”

He bursts out laughing and, holy shit, the man is absolutely gorgeous when he laughs. If only he spent more time doing that and less time scowling then he’d be rolling in women.

Then again, it doesn’t seem like he wants women, plural.

It seems like he wants the woman. Singular.

So yeah, maybe I can find his match.