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fingers together and lifting her hand to his lips.  Smiling against her knuckles, he met her gaze and winked.  “You are far too awesome to end up alone.”
         “Thanks.” She sniffled and wiped at her eyes, breaking eye contact as her cheeks deepened with a blush.  “But…I can’t help having that fear, Ben.  I’m not sure that God made a person for me.”
         “Well, I’m not sure that God really works out those small details in life, Aggie, but somebody apparently does, and I don’t believe they created you without creating someone for you, too.  He’s just waiting for you to find him.  Or her,”—he added quickly—“you just need to be patient.”
         “I hope it’s a him.” She admitted sadly.  “And I hope he’s in Prairie Town.”
         “Then he is.  He’s definitely in Prairie Town.”
         “How can you be so sure?”
         “Because it’s what you want, and I want you to have everything you want.  You deserve it, Aggie.”
         “You deserve it, too.” She whispered, wiping at her eyes a final time.  “Let’s get out of here.  It’s depressing me.”
         “Sure.” He helped her up and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her as tightly as he could.  “How about some chocolate and wine?”
        “Oh, Benji.  You speak to my heart, I tell you.  If you weren’t potentially taken, I’d kiss you right now.”
         “Potentially taken?”
         “Don’t play coy with me now.  I know what’s going to happen when we get to Prairie Town.”
         “You think so, huh?”
         “I know so.” Ags ran her fingers through her hair and smiled, her watery eyes sparkling.  “There’s something between you and Laney, isn’t there?”
         “Um…” With a bashful grin, Benji turned and exited the bathroom, making his way back into the kitchen with Aggie hot on his trail.
         “Don’t ‘um’ me!  I know you, Benjamin Palmer—you like her and she likes you.  Anybody can see that.”
         “Yeah, maybe.” He reached for the beer he left on the counter when he walked in the door and put them in the fridge.  It would just have to wait for another day; he was completely okay with drinking wine if it made Aggie happy.
         “Pfft.  Don’t maybe me, you adorable monkey.” She tousled his hair and smiled—something he enjoyed seeing.  “I remember the glances you exchanged at the Halloween party.”
         “Uh huh.”
         “And then again at the second Christmas dinner.”
         “Right.”
         “And we can’t forget the lingering gaze during New Years!  She kissed you on the cheek, didn’t she?”
         And probably would have done more if we’d been alone.   He thought, his chest tightening at the memory.  God, if he’d only been brave enough to turn his head a few centimeters that night…
         “Ah ha!” Aggie exclaimed, causing him to jump slightly.  “I knew it.  There’s the look.”
         “What look?”
         “The look you get when you’re thinking about her.  You’re like a love-struck little puppy; it’s adorable.”
         He rolled his eyes.  “God, Aggie.  Stop.”  With a chuckle and a shake of his head, he reached into the freezer and grabbed a container of chocolate ice cream, holding it out towards her as a peace offering.  “Okay, so I dig her.  It’s obvious.  Sue me.”
         “I don’t want to sue you,”—she snatched the container from him and batted her eyelashes—“I just want to make the perfect match.”
         “Oh, no you don’t.” He snatched a beer, a wise idea at the moment, and shut the door.  Leaning against it with one foot propped up, he popped open the can and guzzled it as if he had been deprived of something to drink for days.
         Swallowing the last mouthful, he crushed the aluminum between his fingers and tossed it towards the