His Perfect Match

Contents 1. Chapter 1 2. Chapter 2 3. Chapter 3 4. Chapter 4 5. Chapter 5 6. Chapter 6 7. Chapter 7 8. Chapter 8 9. Chapter 9 10. Chapter 10 11. Chapter 11 12. Chapter 12 13. Chapter 13 14. Chapter 14 15. Chapter 15 16. Chapter 16 17. Chapter 17 18. Chapter 18 19. Chapter 19 20. Chapter 20 21. Chapter 21 22. Chapter 22 23. Chapter 23 24. Chapter 24 25. Chapter 25 26. Chapter 26 27. Chapter 27 28. Chapter 28 29. Chapter 29 30. Chapter 30 31. Chapter 31 Epilogue About the Author Author’s Note Acknowledgments 
 
 
 
 Aminata Coote
 His Perfect Match
 
 
 
 
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 One
 
 
 Chapter 1
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Brianna McPherson scowled at the two columns of numbers on her laptop screen. These numbers were going to be the death of her. The hours she’d spent watching accounting videos hadn’t made doing her books any easier. 
 Still, no matter how she manipulated the figures, the expenses far outweighed the income. She needed a break so she could power through her accounting. 
 She pulled up their online reviews. There was at least one place where her company seemed to do well. Eyes and Ears had a four-point six rating.
 “Please don’t tell me you’re checking our reviews again.”
 Brianna twisted her head to look at Gabrielle Walker, her best friend, and sole employee. Her friend’s attention was on her computer screen.
 “How did you know?”
 “Cause I have Mommy-vision.” Gaby pointed to her sleek ponytail. “Eyes at the back of my head.”
 Brianna chuckled. “Well, at least give me credit, it was the first time today.”
 Gabrielle swiveled her chair. “Fingernail clap.” She hit both thumbnails together in the pantomime of a round of applause.
 Gaby turned back to her computer and Brianna scowled at hers. “Can you believe that reprobate gave us a three-star rating?”
 Her brother Everton’s friend had taken offense when she’d refused to go out with him after she’d helped train his team of salespeople. For free.
 Brianna glanced to her left at the black clock with its large bronze numbers and puffed out a breath. She remembered when she had hung it on the wall after she had painted the room a cerulean blue. That had been less than six months ago. 
 She’d chosen office furnishings in various shades of blue and green. Pops of pink, orange and green potted plants paid tribute to the beauty of the island she lived on. 
 The color scheme had been her way of putting her stamp on the commercial office space she had rented. She’d chosen everything with her ideal customer in mind. Hopeful her company would be successful in a short time.
 Brianna had done the research. Businesses needed help to get the word out about what they did. They needed more than someone to set up and manage their social media accounts. No, they needed to learn the skills that would help them position their business in the right light. That was where she came in. 
 She taught marketing techniques, so they didn’t have to rely on someone else to do it for them. Yet, here she was, less than six months later, already thinking of quitting. She groaned. Gabrielle spun to look at her.
 “Are you okay?” Gaby moved to stand beside Brianna and glanced at her screen. “You know if you need help with something you can ask, right?”
 Gaby rested a hand on her shoulder. Brianna wished she were the type to lean on others. Unfortunately, being the youngest of the McPherson clan had taught her otherwise. You couldn’t always depend on the people who were supposed to love you.
 “I know.” Brianna made her lips curve as she peeked at her best friend. “Why?”
 Gaby shrugged. “You’re not always good at asking for help.”
 Brianna closed the spreadsheet and logged into a client’s social media account. She adopted a fake British accent. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
 Gaby rolled her eyes and dropped into her desk chair with an audible plop. “Right.”
 Brianna suppressed a grimace. She wished Gaby wouldn’t drop into the chair like that. The last thing she needed was the expense of replacing office furniture.
 “Quick,” said Gaby. “It’s five minutes until the official start of the weekend, let’s not waste it working.”
 Brianna twisted to look at her friend who’d already shut down her computer and reclined against her desk.
 “What’s the one thing you’re looking forward to the most this weekend?”
 Brianna thought about it for a second. What she needed more than anything was rest. A solid twenty-four hours when she did nothing but relax and a bit of self-care. She couldn’t tell the last time