# Chapter 4: The Lawyer Who Declared War on Love
Hello again, fellow story lovers! I hope you’re curled up somewhere cozy, because Chapter 4 of *Searching For Someday* is a beautifully tense mix of family wounds, fierce protectiveness, and the first spark of a battle that feels destined to burn bright. Today we’re stepping into Slade’s world—a world where love looks less like a promise and more like a threat.
The chapter opens in the aftermath of an argument that cuts straight to the bone. Jane’s voice shatters the silence with a desperate, defiant truth: she wouldn’t die. The words land like both blame and plea, twisting Slade’s stomach because he knows exactly what she means. He remembers finding her after her suicide attempt. That memory changed him. It rewired something deep inside him, turning love into fear and protection into control. He only wants her safe. Can’t she see that?
His voice breaks as he apologizes for bringing it up, but Jane’s hurt is written all over her face. Her lower lip trembles, and she tells him the truth he doesn’t want to hear: yes, he did mean it. She’s sorry for what she put him through, but she is not the same person anymore. She deserves happiness, and she is going to take it. She may get hurt along the way, but she can handle it now. She is stronger.
With that, she tosses her tote over her shoulder, grabs her suitcase, and heads for the door. Slade tries to hold on—offers dinner, more talk, a chance to understand. But Jane refuses. The doorman is waiting downstairs. She promises to call when she’s settled. Then she says, “Love you,” and leaves.
This time, Slade doesn’t stop her.
Part of him knows she has to carve her own path. The other part—the darker, wounded, fiercely protective part—vows to rip apart anything that tries to hurt her. Or anyone.
That vow leads him straight to his computer. He types the words like they’re a curse: *Kinnections. Matchmaking. Verily.* He stares at the screen, and then he makes his decision.
Soon Slade is standing in front of the glass door of Kinnections, taking in the festive white lights and the artistic sign scrolled in purple and silver. The sign promises passersby a “happy ever after” rolled up in excitement, hope, and mystery. To Slade, it might as well be a neon invitation to a scam. His jaw tightens. He sees con artists selling dreams that don’t exist. To him, this is worse than those emails promising a million dollars for a small fee. Worse than identity theft. In his mind, the true evil isn’t stealing money or goods or services. It’s theft of the heart—a blatant lie told to the lonely and broken, healing them with a ghost image of the perfect man or woman.
He will not allow such scum to tear his sister apart.
Slade pushes open the door and strides inside. The woman at the main desk seems surprised to see a client, as if the cheery bell above the door has failed to warn her. His gaze dismisses her as the receptionist, but he refuses to waste time moving up the chain. He switches into his lawyer voice—the one that brooks no refusal.
“I’d like to see the manager, please.”
One brow arches.
And suddenly Slade is noticing far more than he intended. She is perfect for the first appearance of a matchmaking agency. Her hair is magnificent, so blond it’s almost white, hanging past her shoulders in pin-straight strands that shimmer like corn silk. Her wide blue eyes assess him with a thoughtful air, as if deciding whether or not to call her boss. Not a deep ocean blue—more cornflower, so light that her features seem to blur in a kind of angelic radiance.
He shakes himself out of his trance and wonders what the hell he’s doing thinking in corn terms about a woman he doesn’t intend to have a conversation with.
But the woman hasn’t answered him yet. She simply watches him, one brow still arched, and the silence between them crackles with something Slade is definitely not ready to name.
And that, dear listeners, is where Chapter 4 leaves us—on the edge of a collision between a man who thinks love is a lie and a woman who may be about to prove him very, very wrong.
## Reader’s Impressions & Star Rating
This chapter packs such a powerful emotional punch. Jane’s strength is inspiring, and Slade’s protective grief is heartbreaking because it comes from a place of real love—even if it’s become tangled with fear. The tension between them feels raw and honest. Then the shift to Kinnections is perfect: Slade’s internal rant about matchmaking as “theft of the heart” is dramatic, and his instant, unwilling fascination with the blonde woman is delicious. The writing balances pain and humor so well. I was hooked from the first line to the final arched brow.
Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ 4.8 / 5 Stars
## Next Chapter Prediction
I predict the next chapter will reveal that the blonde woman is not just a receptionist—she’s likely Kate, the matchmaker herself, or someone deeply tied to Kinnections. Slade will demand that they stay away from Jane, and Kate will refuse to be intimidated. Their argument will spark an electrifying battle of wills, and Slade may end up making a reckless bet or a deal that forces him to confront his own beliefs about love. Meanwhile, Jane will likely start her matchmaking journey, setting up even more conflict between the siblings.
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