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“I need to talk to you.”
Brady, standing on line at the bar, waiting to get a drink barely heard the woman over the booming music being spun by the wedding DJ. He bent down, closer to the vivacious Latina. “Sorry, didn’t quite catch that.”
“I said, I need to talk to you. It’s important.”
Although they’d never spoken, Brady knew who the woman was. Everyone attending the wedding knew she was Armani Vasquez, the matchmaker who’d put his friend, Tom, together with his new bride, Jane.
As a rule, Brady scoffed at the idea of a matchmaker, but even he had to admit that Tom and Jane were a perfect match. He’d never seen his friend so happy.
“It’s important,” Armani told him. “Life changing important.”
“Okay, just let me get this drink and then we’ll find a place to talk.” Glancing down at her near-empty glass, he asked, “Can I get you a refill?”
She flashed him a beguiling smile. “Margarita on the rocks, por favor.”
“What can I get ya, buddy?” the bartender called.
“One margarita on the rocks and one OLD LADY’S DRINK.”
Brady was pretty sure the guy smirked, but he wordlessly poured the drinks and handed them over.
Brady moved to pass Armani her beverage, forgetting that the beautiful woman only had the use of one of her hands, the other, according to what Tom had told him had been injured, along with one of her legs in a Zamboni accident.
She held up her empty glass, indicating she couldn’t take the full one.
“May I?” Mauricio sidled up to them, smoothly plucking the glass from Armani’s grip.
“Thank you.” Armani batted her eyelashes at him gratefully while taking the margarita from Bradley.
“Always my pleasure to assist a beautiful woman.” Mauricio made a slight bow toward her.
She grinned her pleasure.
“Don’t let the drink go to your head, buddy,” Mauricio teased, nodding at the umbrella-laden drink Bradley held, before strolling off.
Brady rolled his eyes. “Ha ha.”
“Is he single?” Armani asked as soon as Mauricio was out of earshot.
Brady watched his friend get swallowed up by the undulating crowd on the dance floor. “Widowed. But trust me, he’s not looking for love.”
Armani stared at the spot where Mauricio had disappeared. “Looking and finding aren’t always the same thing.” She eyed the OLD LADY’S DRINK distastefully before raising her glass to toast. “To a purple people eater.”
Brady stared at her. He’d heard she was eccentric.
She clinked her glass against the one he held. “To a purple people eater.” She sipped from her margarita. “Drink up.”
“It’s not my drink.”
She chuckled. “Well, that’s a relief.”
“It’s my date’s and I really should get it to her.”
She scowled. “Trust me, a woman who drinks an OLD LADY’S DRINK is not the woman for you.” She leaned closer to whisper conspiratorially, “I know these things.”
Deciding it was best to play along with the slightly wacky woman, Brady agreed, “So I’ve heard.”
Armani flashed a self-satisfied grin. “My reputation precedes me.”
“So what’s this important thing you need to tell me?”
“I already did.”
Brady blinked. He considered himself to be a reasonably intelligent man, but he was struggling to follow this conversation despite that fact he’d only had one beer.
“Purple people eater.”
“What does that mean?”
“You have to find someone who can give you one.”
“What is it?”
Armani shrugged. “How should I know?’
Brady stared at her, totally confused.
“Keep asking and you shall receive,” Armani intoned. With that she limp-shimmied into the crowd of dancers, leaving Brady holding an OLD LADY’S DRINK and wondering what the hell had just happened.
Was the matchmaker trying to set him up?