HITCH x THE KISS QUOTIENT
Professional rebound dater Garrett Reid operates under a strict confidentiality agreement. But when his latest client, a jaded wedding photographer, sees through his every Rebound Move, it forces him to (gasp!) open up to her. As his perfectly-planned dates turn to fire and ash (literally) and the specter of his crazy stalker ex threatens to blow his pay-per-date secrecy asunder, Garrett is torn between his livelihood and coming clean to a woman who just might last a lot longer than six dates.
Tonight was an ice water night.
Garrett Reid never ordered an actual drink until he knew what his contact would be drinking, whereupon he could judge them and order to complement. Until then, he would sip on ice water—mineral, if they had it—and wait.
His arena of choice was The Minefield, a ritzy up-scale joint with a terrible name that tried to straddle the fences of wine bar, nightclub, and general social hotspot, with varying degrees of success. He enjoyed the vibe, if only because it forced people to know why they wanted to be in the Minefield before they came. The place would quickly deter a casual bar-hopper. Everybody who walked through the double glass doors had a purpose, and he was no exception.
His stylus bounced over the screen of his phone, preparing a new document as he dried his trembling fingers on the napkin that came with his woefully non-alcoholic drink. The jitters would return when the person paying for his services arrived—never mind meeting the actual client for the first time—but the point remained the same. After years of charming women as Mr. Rebound, he still suffered from nerves.