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a good haircut, nice makeup, and new clothes, then sent her portfolio into some agents. She now had a blossoming career as a model. But I was worried about her. Roxy was desperately seeking love. She was a successful, intelligent woman, as well as beautiful, but she was looking for something in a man that I couldn’t pin down. It frustrated me.
    Every date was a disaster that left her devastated. But her professional life was flawless.
    I said, “I’ll talk to her. She keeps picking pretty boys who want to date a model and show off.”
    Since my hands were full of the coffee cups and Roxy’s file, Blaine silently opened the door for me. I went in, determined to help Roxy see that she didn’t have to prove anything to the town by dating good-looking shallow guys.
    Roxy was bent over a photo album. She looked up, her eyes shining. “Sam! How about this guy? He’s into sushi, designer clothes, and upscale restaurants.”
    I set down the coffees and file, and looked at the still shot picture. A groan choked up my throat. Damn, another pretty boy. “Roxy,” I sat down and pushed her coffee and the sweeteners toward her. “Tell me what happened last night.”
    She picked up the sweetener and tore it open. “At first it was fine. We had a nice dinner and went to play miniature golf. He kept looking around, but I didn’t think too much of it until he practically jumped on me.”
    I groaned.
    She stirred the sugar in her coffee and wiped fresh tears away. “It turns out his friends bet him that he couldn’t get a date with me. They were waiting at the end of the golf course for him to prove he could bag the fat model.”
    â€œDammit.” I concentrated on making notes on Roxy’s file while fighting the raw anger rushing through me. The guy from last night was going to be removed from our list. I put down my pen and took Roxy’s hand. “I’m so sorry, Roxy. You deserve better than that.” I took a breath. “You know, Roxy, finding a man isn’t like finding your career.”
    She smiled. “You mean I’m too aggressive?”
    I shook my head. “God, no. I mean that you are a goal-oriented person, which works well in your professional life. But in love, it doesn’t work that way. You can’t just set a goal of finding a man who is compatible with you and expect it to happen on schedule. And you have to factor in your rising visibility from your modeling career.”
    She looked up. “Sam, that’s why I chose to come to your dating service. I don’t want anything to do with the users that LA breeds. I want to find someone to share my life with. Someone who will stay with me for the long haul.”
    â€œI know.” Roxy never knew who her father was—we both had that in common. Then her mom had died when she was ten and she came to Lake Elsinore to live with her Uncle Duncan. Duncan adored Roxy, but her childhood had left its mark. I couldn’t grasp why she gravitated to the upscale pretty boys. What was it? I kept trying to lead her to the solid men that would give her the love and security she wanted. “Look Roxy, why don’t you let Blaine and me run some profiles while you take a break from dating, okay?”
    Roxy looked back down at the photo album. “What about this Kevin? He looks smart, and he’s a financial consultant.”
    He looked like he should be on a billboard for Calvin Klein underwear. “Roxy, a financial consultant might have ulterior motives with you. You make a lot of money now. Besides, it says here that he drives limos, too. I don’t think the financial consultant thing is working out.” I sure as hell wouldn’t take financial advice from someone who drove limos.
    Roxy’s beautiful eyes sharpened. “Sam, you know better than that. I have an agent and financial advisors.”
    True. Roxy was sharp in her career. She was