CHAPTER ONE

      TANNER LOCKE NEEDED a matchmaker’s help.

      Two days earlier Whitney Thomason’s hand had quivered slightly as she’d held the phone. He was certainly a blast from the past. Why would someone like Tanner require her help?

      An hour earlier he had texted her that he needed to change their arrangements and asked her to meet him at a small airport outside San Francisco. As the owner of Professional Matchmaking, Whitney had made concessions for clients on more than one occasion, but this was the first time she’d been asked to meet one at an airport at dusk.

      Tanner had said something had come up and that he couldn’t join her at her office. He would appreciate her meeting him at the airport. If she hadn’t been familiar with his status in the community she wouldn’t have considered such a plan. She wasn’t acquainted with the small airport but had agreed to do as he’d requested.

      Having the Dr. Tanner Locke’s name on her client list would be good for business. Even though it was unethical to publicize his name, she could say that an eminent doctor in the city had used her services. Who knew? He might even send her referrals. Either of those would make it worth her drive to meet him.

      As the “big man on campus” when they’d been at Berkeley, all the girls had had a crush on Tanner, including herself.