Love, romance and happily ever after. Isn’t that what we all want? The question is how far will someone go to get it? And what happens when someone decides to take advantage? One of Maxine’s best friends, Tanya, has decided to open a dating service, Soul Mates, and Maxine wants nothing but the best for her. But when an accident nearly kills one of the guests at a wine and truffle mixer there are some serious questions left unanswered. Luckily Maxine is there to support her friend and help Detective Patrick Shannon as he digs deeper into some of the guests backgrounds and intentions. Sometimes her help is unwanted – but that’s never stopped her before.
The luxe condo was filled with dozens of Victoria’s singles all dressed in their best, trying to look nonchalant as they mingled, wine glasses in hand. High atop Victoria’s inner harbor the view was breath taking, but most of those gathered together tonight were not stopping to admire it. They were there to meet someone – that special someone to be exact.
Dressed in suits and cocktail dresses most of them were trying desperately to pretend they were here, not out of a sense of desperation, but for a lark.
“After all, it’s not as if I can’t get a date,” Marla trilled. “But who wants to go to a bar?” The owner of a designer discount store and an attractive woman in her early thirties she appeared to be appraising each man, trying to find the diamond in a pile of rubble.
“They’re all good catches,” Tanya said lightly as she stopped to talk briefly to Maxine. Maxine just looked at her. She’d been more than a little doubtful when Tanya had mentioned her latest venture.
A ‘boutique’ dating service she’d called it. “Anyone can go on Plenty of Fish or Craigs’ List. But sometimes you get what you pay for.”
Tanya, herself, had had her own run of bad luck. Her last boyfriend had met an unpleasant end at the annual Craigdarroch Castle’s fundraiser. Maxine had been injured herself as she’d struggled to find the truth behind what seemed to be a ghostly accident. And Tanya had had a hard time letting go of Zak, of what might have been.
So when she’d told Maxine she’d found what she wanted to do with her life Maxine had been thrilled for her. Until she realized exactly what that entailed. Detective Patrick Shannon had expressed his doubts as well.
“A dating service,” he’d said, open disdain in his voice. “Is she trying to find every fraudster or con man out there?”
“That’s a little harsh isn’t it?” Maxine said, on the defensive for Tanya. They were getting ready to practice some of the self defence moves she’d been working on. For some reason he thought she needed them. Maybe because she’d been involved in solving a few mysteries and people tended to get nasty when they thought you were onto them.
He’d sighed heavily as he looked at her with those gorgeous blue eyes. “You know I’d be as happy as anyone if I thought Tanya had found her calling. But this has disaster written all over it.”
His words had given her the fuel to attack him full on with a series of kicks that would have taken out a lesser man.
Instead he’d blocked a couple and then caught her, pulling her down and pinning her with his arms. As she looked up at him she’d found her heart beating not with the adrenaline rush of someone cornered by a killer or crook. No, her heart beat with the knowledge this man desired her as much, and maybe more, as she did him.
Their eyes locked and her arms wrapped up around his neck welcoming the touch of his lips on hers, of the heat spreading through her as his lips claimed hers, of skillful fingers searching her body, exploring every inch of her.
Self defence lesson over.
Which didn’t mean he’d changed his mind about Tanya’s latest venture. “It’s not exactly as if she’s got a great track record herself here.”
“That’s why she wants to do this,” she’d said deftly filling chocolate truffle shells with different flavors of truffle. “She’s decided to take the money Zak left to do something that will not only help her but benefit everyone she works with.”
He raised a questioning eyebrow as he reached for a truffle. “Mother Teresa I get, Ghandi – but how does a dating service come into this?”
She gave him a slight swat. “I’ve got enough to do without having you eat all the truffles as I make them.” She placed a plate of deformed truffles before him taking the sting out of her words. “Here. They taste just as good but they’re not good enough to serve.”
“Tanya has decided what the world needs is more love. And by opening a dating service she’ll be helping men and women find their own true love.”
“And this is different from other dating services how?”
“She offers individualized attention. And she picks ‘premium’ men and women to represent.”
“OK, so she’s probably not going to pair the local beauty queen with a beer bellied guy who works at Walmart but how does she know they’re what they say they are?”
“She screens them,” Maxine said triumphantly. “Each member goes through an hour long initial screening. If she accepts them they pay anything from a one time fee of $1000.00 to upwards of ten to get her professional help and expert advice.”
Patricks’ eyes bugged out at Maxine’s words. “Up to ten thousand dollars?”
“Some of her clients are rich,” Maxine said airily. “This is an investment in their future. After all if a business man or company is looking for a key person for their company they’ll spend thousands in an executive search. What could be more important than finding the perfect person to share their life with?”
He just looked at her. “And Tanya is qualified to do this – why?”
“She’s my friend,” Maxine said hotly. “And as she says she’s got a lot of experience dating.”
“It’s just the relationship thing that she seems to have a problem with,” he said dryly.
“It’s not her fault Zak was killed,” Maxine said, her voice developing a slight frost. “Besides she’s working with a couple of psychologists and relationship experts.”
“So how does this translate into dozens and dozens of truffles,” he’d said with a frown looking at the trays of chocolate truffles spread before them waiting to be ferried down into a waiting van by Heath and Marcus.
“My opening present. I agreed to cater a wine and truffle mixer for Soul Mates.” Since Maxine was the owner and operator of Au Chocolat it made sense.
Patrick just shook his head. “I hope she doesn’t expect miracles.”
“It’s going to be huge success,” Maxine said. At least if she had anything to do with it. Tanya was overdue for some luck. “Grandma Ellie’s behind her.”
“Grandma Ellie probably talked her into it,” Patrick grumbled as he picked up a tray of truffles to take down stairs.
“Bite your tongue,” Maxine said sharply. “This was not Grandma Ellie’s idea.”
“Ah hah,” Patrick said with a grin. “You’re not feeling all that confident either, are you?”
“OK, I’ll admit it wouldn’t have been my first choice of business for her.” She gave him a warning look, stopping an, ‘I told you so in its’ tracks’. “But since she made the decision I’m doing everything I can to support her.”
And from what she could see since they’d arrived her confidence had been well placed. There seemed to be an abundance of both men and women mingling together with none of the awkwardness of a high school dance.
“Good job,” she told Tanya as she stopped to talk to her for a moment.
“You really think so,” Tanya said anxiously. “I wanted something around Valentine’s Day that would take the pressure off and let them get comfortable with mixing in a social situation.”
“So they’re just supposed to talk to each other and that’s it?”
“For tonight,” Tanya said hastily. “They each have numbers. If they’re interested in getting to know someone further they ask for a number chip which they hand into me or one of my Heart Match Attractors,” she said gesturing in the direction of one of them.
Maxine noticed they were wearing the same, classic style of cocktail dress as Tanya herself, with a discreet pin containing their name. While both attractive, they didn’t hold a candle to Tanya’s blonde good looks.
Except for the man. Dressed in a well cut suit he was – gorgeous. The suit didn’t reveal anything too much but the classic cut managed to bring out his tanned good lucks. Dark brown hair framed a face, classically handsome with green eyes, flecked with copper.
“Holy hotness,” Maxine said as she got her first real look at him. “Where did you find him?”
Tanya laughed. “Down girl. Believe it or not in the universities’ MBA program. All ready for someone to take him under their wing and groom him. But you’ve got a boyfriend. Or is Patrick an off again?”
Maxine just smiled. Detective Patrick Shannon was indeed in the more than friends category at present. Which put her firmly off the market at least until they figured out just how serious the relationship was.
“So what do your assistants do?”
“They help me work with some of my clients.” She pointed over to a girl who looked to be no more than twenty who was looking out at the water, as if in a world of her own.
“Katey McAllister. Twenty-two, one boyfriend – very bad break-up. Her mom’s concerned about her. So she talked her into signing up with us.” She gave a small hand signal to Mr. Gorgeous and he gave her a slight nod before picking up a glass of wine from a passing server and heading over into Katey McAllister’s direction.
For some unknown reason Maxine felt uneasy. Everything sounded good. This was exactly the type of reason people signed up with dating services. To find someone. And yet…
“Patrick’s worried about you. He says dating services are a con man’s dream.” A detective with the Victoria PD Patrick had seen enough to know not everyone was as honest and upfront as one would hope. And some had a very dark side indeed.
“That’s perfect,” Tanya said airily. “We do a background check on all our clients before we take them on but if he sees something suspicious he can give me a head’s up and I’ll be even more careful.”
Maxine had to be happy with that. She spotted Grandma Ellie in a small knot of people talking and laughing, looking as if she were having the time of her life. Which knowing Grandma Ellie, she probably was.
“I know Grandma Ellie was on-board with this project but she looks more like a client here than-“
“That’s because she is,” Tanya said excitedly. “We don’t have an age limit for our clients.” She scrunched her nose up. “Mind you I did warn her there weren’t a lot of clients in her age range. You know what she said?”
“Tell me,” Maxine said with a touch of resignation.
“She might as well be the first. As people of her generation became aware of us they’d be signing up. You’re never too old for love,” Tanya said putting air quotes around the words, “I hope I have her attitude when I’m older.”
Maxine rolled her eyes. Grandma Ellie dated more than she had when she was single. She should’ve expected this. A striking woman in her early seventies she’d help raise Maxine and when Maxine’s grandfather had died Grandma Ellie had been devastated. But after a year or so she’d started dating again.
“Life is for the living,” she’d proclaimed more than once. It was an attitude that had served her well. But if anyone hurt her they’d have Maxine to deal with. Not only was she close with her Grandma Ellie. She lived in a small apartment in the bottom half of Grandma Ellie’s house. It was an arrangement that suited them both.
A scream shattered the night. Maxine’s heart shot into her throat and she nearly
dropped the drink while Tanya’s head swiveled around in the direction of the scream.
“Dear God, what was that?”
Talk stopped as everyone stood suspended in silence, in time, waiting.
“Somebody call an ambulance….”
Tanya started towards the screaming followed closely by Maxine and Detective Shannon. The screams came from the direction of the balcony window, increasing in volume and terror as they got closer. The guests crowded in close to the window talking, but parted to allow them through.
“She didn’t seem upset when she went out.”
“Maybe it’s a gag.”
Maxine felt bile rising in her throat. This was no gag.
The source of the screams was immediately apparent.
A woman hung over the balcony while a man clung desperately to her leg. Even as he tried to pull her up his grip on her loosened and she slipped a couple more inches towards death.
Maxine’s heart beat with a heavy drumming feeling in her chest as she stood there, immobilized. Thankfully Detective Shannon was not. He moved towards the railing, removing his belt as he went.
“The police have been called, they’ll be here any minute,” Tanya was saying as she approached the pair.
“I’m going to lose her,” the man gasped, terror on his face.
And then Patrick was by his side. “Hold on.” He leaned over the balcony. Way over and Maxine felt her heart in her throat.
He was a trained professional she reminded herself. He knew what he was doing. He was a trained professional. He was… oh dam. Did he have to lean so far over? Her heart hammered in her chest.
He was using his belt to wrap it around her leg, telling the woman it was going to be OK. Maxine bit her knuckle to stop herself from crying out, from saying something she shouldn’t.
“It’s going to be OK,” he was telling the woman, speaking in a calm and reassuring voice. “We’ve got you. You’re going to be just fine.”
He glanced at the man opposite him who was sweating bullets and looked terrified. “Take a couple of deep breaths.”
The other man looked at him, relief mixing with the terror. Maxine could see him visibly relaxing as the sound of sirens approaching filled the air.
“You OK now,” Patrick said nodding at the man.
He nodded briefly.
“On the count of three we’re going to pull her up.”
The man looked terrified.
“We may not be able to get her up but I think if we work together we could.”
“And if we don’t -”
“We’ve got her. We just wait until we get more back-up.”
“One, two, three,” Patrick counted. “Ready?”
“Ready,” the man said.
Together they hoisted the woman up as everyone watched, not daring to breathe. Her hands grabbed desperately at air, at the smooth railing with no purchase afforded and finally at Detective Patrick Shannon, eyes terrified, breath coming in gasps as he righted her, with the help of the other man.
“911 has been called,” he said, not unkindly. “And your friend…”
“No,” she shook her head wildly, the word sharply punctuating the air. “Not him. I barely know him.”
The man stood in front of the assembled mass. An attractive man in his late twenties to early thirties he was wearing a suit that showed a body in good shape, sandy brown hair and a face that was both pleasant and at the same time completely forgettable.
Maxine felt a surge of sympathy for him, for both of them.
“It’s true,” he said apologetically. “I just stepped outside for a moment. I was going to have a cigarette.”
“You don’t have to apologize,” Patrick said, crisply. “Who knows how this would have ended if you hadn’t been here?”
But the woman seemed to be putting as much distance between herself and her rescuer as possible so that Patrick ended up sandwiched between them. Maxine couldn’t help thinking it was strange behavior even as Tanya moved forward.
“And we’re so glad you were. Along with Detective Shannon.” She nodded at both of them smiling. From somewhere she’d found a blanket and she wrapped it around the young womans’ shoulders leading her to a nearby sofa.
“Sophia, that is your name isn’t it?” Tanya said, not unkindly, “we’re going to get the paramedics to check you out and make sure you’re OK. And the police will want to find out what happened.”
She shook her head. “The railing looks fine, how did you – never mind, I shouldn’t be asking,” she said shaking her head. “I’m just, we’re all are so glad you’re alive.”