Match Me If You Can (Chicago Stars #6)(107)

The waiter disappeared, leaving them with fresh coffee and dessert. Across the table Annabelle was hissing at St. Louis’s preeminent heart surgeon, who’d twisted a lock of her hair around his finger and announced he wouldn’t let go until she told everyone about the time she wet her pants at Laurie somebody’s birthday party.

Heath rose to his feet. Adam dropped Annabelle’s hair, and she kicked him under the table. “Ouch!” Adam rubbed his leg. “That hurt!”

“Good.”

“Children…”

Heath smiled. He loved this. “I hope nobody minds, but I have a couple of things to say. First, you’re terrific people. Thanks for letting me be a part of this evening.”

A chorus of “Here, here” followed, accompanied by the clink of wineglasses. Only Annabelle remained silent and suspicious, but what he was about to say should wipe that frown right off her face.

“I wasn’t fortunate enough to grow up with a family like yours. I think all of you know how lucky you are to have one another.” He gazed at Annabelle, but she was trying to find her napkin, which Adam had passed under the table to Doug. He waited until her head came back up.

“It’s been almost five months since you barged into my office wearing that awful yellow suit, Annabelle. In that time, you’ve turned my life upside down.”

Kate’s hand shot out, bracelets jangling. “If you’ll just be patient, I’m sure she’ll do her very best to make things right. Annabelle is an extremely hard worker. Granted, her professional methods might not be what you’re accustomed to, but her heart’s in the right place.”

Doug snapped a pen from his pocket. “I’m planning to go over all her records before I leave. With a little reorganization, a firmer hand on the reins, her operation should be stabilized in no time.”

Annabelle set her chin in her hand and sighed.

“This isn’t about Perfect for You,” Heath said.

They regarded him blankly.

“She renamed her company,” he said patiently. “It’s no longer Marriages by Myrna. She calls it Perfect for You.”

Adam gazed at her in puzzlement. “Is that true?”

Candace adjusted an earring. “Couldn’t you have found something catchier?”

“I don’t remember hearing about this,” Doug said.

“Neither do I.” Chet set down his coffee cup. “Nobody tells me anything.”

“I told you,” Kate replied tartly. “Unfortunately, I didn’t have it announced on the Golf Channel.”

“What kind of company?” Lucille said.

While Adam explained that his sister was a matchmaker, Doug pulled out his BlackBerry. “I’m sure it didn’t occur to you to investigate trademark protection.”

Heath realized he was losing them, and he turned up the volume. “The point is…Until I met Annabelle, I thought I had my life figured out, but it didn’t take her long to point out that I’d made some serious errors in my calculations.”

Kate winced. “Oh, dear. I know she’s not always tactful, but she means well.”

Annabelle picked up Adam’s wrist and looked at his watch. Heath wished she had a little more trust. “I know everyone here recognizes how special Annabelle is,” he said, “but I haven’t known her as long, and it took me a while to figure it out.”

Annabelle went after a gravy spot on the tablecloth.

“Just because I was slow to catch on,” he said, “doesn’t mean I’m stupid. I recognize quality when I see it, and Annabelle is an amazing woman.” Now he had her full attention, and he got that familiar adrenaline rush that signaled the final moments before he closed on a deal. “I know today is your birthday, sweetheart, and that means you should be the one getting the present instead of me, but I’m feeling greedy.” He turned, first to one end of the table, and then to the other. “Chet, Kate, I’d like to ask permission to marry your daughter.”

Shocked silence fell over the room. A candle sputtered. A spoon clattered against a dish. Annabelle sat frozen while the rest of her family gradually came back to life.

“Why would you want to marry Annabelle?” Candace wailed.

“But I thought you were—”

“Oh, sweetheart…”

“Marry her?”

“Our Annabelle?”

“She never said anything about—”

Kate dove for her tissues. “This is the happiest moment of my life.”

“Permission granted, Champion.”

Grinning, Doug reached across the table to poke his mother. “Make it a Christmas wedding before he realizes what he’s gotten into and changes his mind.”

Heath stayed focused on Annabelle, giving her time to adjust. Her lips formed a lopsided oval; her eyes turned into puddles of spilled honey …And then her eyebrows slammed together. “What are you talking about?”

At the very least, he’d expected a joyous gasp. “I want to marry you,” he said again.

Her frown grew more ominous, and he found himself remembering Annabelle seldom did what he expected, something he should possibly have recalled before he’d stood up.

“And when did you have this magical revelation?” she asked. “No, let me guess. Tonight after you met my family.”