“Okay, then any guys he doesn’t want, I can take a crack at.”
“Good idea.” And maybe there would be one for him as well.
“But what I meant was suppose he doesn’t want us to find him a partner?”
“Are you trying to make things difficult?”
“No.”
“Okay, then.”
“But—”
“We’ll worry about that when the time comes.”
* * * *
As the weeks slipped past, Noah waited impatiently for Gabriel to knock on the door of the Golden Circle; he had the whole thing organized and even had a couple of prospects on the line. He knew Gabriel had had both male and female black swans, so while he got his own agency together, he put an ad couched in discreet terms in a national newspaper—if Gabriel accepted a black swan who was local, Noah would have to move away, because he’d be too depressed to remain in Wittington.