wants.” Rob Smiley was one of the best in the business, with the kind of face and manner that made people think they must know him from somewhere. Make Me a Match had been lucky to get him.
Director Burt Curtis gave the signal and Rob clasped his hands in front of him, earnestly welcoming viewers to the premiere of what he termed, “America’s Greatest Venture in Love.”
“Tonight,” Rob informed the camera lens, “you’ll meet six people who want nothing more than to find lifelong happiness with that perfect someone. Can science do a better job than fate? We think so.”
Rob nodded with such conviction Luke caught himself nodding along with him. Even though Luke didn’t believe in a perfect someone. He was more in favor of a lot of imperfect anyones.
“But first,” Rob explained, “you’ll meet the experts who combed through hundreds of applications and audition tapes, and even consulted a cutting-edge computer program, to select three perfectly matched couples. They can’t wait to put these couples together and see what happens.”
A consummate performer, Rob tipped his chin and paused for dramatic effect. “That said, this is the Luv Network and we also want our audience to weigh in. You will take this journey with our couples each week as they get to know each other. They’ll have challenges that will test their teamwork, their patience, and their commitment. And you,” he pointed at the camera, “will witness all of it. Then you’ll vote for your favorite couple, the two people you think have the best shot at lasting happiness.” He paused. “Because true love doesn’t happen by accident. It takes a leap of faith, a lot of work, science, and a little magic.”
“What do you think?” Jen whispered.
“I think you wrote it.”
“I didn’t, but it’s good.”
“Even worse, I think you believe it.”
Jen socked him in the arm. Luke gave her something between a smile and a grimace, his eyes still on Rob.
The host waved a hand in front of his face, frowning at the prompter. “Hold on,” he said. “I’m not sure about that last part.”
Luke cocked an eyebrow. “He thinks about the crap he says.”
“Hey,” Jen scolded. “The writers worked hard on that crap.” She strode over to the host. “Hi, Rob,” she said brightly. “What’s on your mind?”
Rob looked like he was trying to frown but wasn’t having much luck. Botox had its consequences. “I’d cut out that work part.”
“Okay.” Jen patted his shoulder. “Let’s do that.” She turned and made her way back to Luke, giving him a wink as Burt signaled the cameraman to begin again.
“You gave up quick,” Luke said.
“Not worth arguing the point.”
“Didn’t want to put in the work?”
“Very funny. Like you’re one to talk.” Her voice was sweet. Too sweet. “You don’t know anything about true love. Last I heard you were still enforcing a three-date max.”
“Not true,” he muttered. But it was. More than three dates and things got dangerous. The one time he’d held something special in his hands, he’d ground it beneath his heel like a bug. Better off keeping things out of commitment territory.
“So you say,” she replied breezily. Rob finished his intro with, “Join me now as we say hello to our relationship experts,” then swept his hand toward the front of the show’s large rented house, complete with impressive circular driveway and fountain.
The director growled, “Cut,” and gave Rob a nod. “Got it. Do an intro on the contestants and move inside. Experts ready?”
“They are, Burt,” Jen called.
Luke had their head writer work on Rob’s contestant intro. Brief and to the point. “Now let’s meet our six contestants on Make Me a Match .” Again he swept his hand toward the house, this time turning his body as though executing a golf swing.
Jen turned to Luke. “You couldn’t come up with anything more dramatic than that?”
“All right, people. Inside. Move