At the top of Spark Tower, Travis Blake sneezed. He frowned. Was he catching a cold? Impossible. He hadn’t been sick in years. Too many people depended on him, so he took good care of himself. Shaking off the thought, he buried himself in work again, forgetting the moment—until his phone rang.

“Travis,” his mother whispered, “your grandmother is planning a matchmaking party for you. If there’s someone you’re interested in, I can have her invited.”

That caught him off guard, ...