“You’re a natural. You’ve a real flair for it.” Bull finished his last mouthful of chicken pie, and edged the tray onto the sofa next to him. The moment Jack had returned from the pub, they’d worked through the book, discussing new people and outlining potential matches. It had been a long, hard process. One that continued over dinner. “You’re good with people. You listen to them.” “It’s what I do in my business.” Warmth flooded Jack at Bull’s approval. “In advertising it’s important to find out what people really need.” “That’s the way it is with matchmaking too,” Bull’s brow creased in a frown. “I’m not sure Annie understands that. It’s not natural for her, never has been.” So at least Bull understood how difficult this was for Annie. That was a start. Maybe there was an alternative, one that didn’t involve shoehorning her into a role she didn’t want. He’d promised not to tell Bull her innermost thoughts, but he hadn’t promised not to look for alternatives.
