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mother’s eyes.
    â€œRegardless,” Denise said firmly, “you’re healthy and strong and you’ll get through this. As you said, there are things that can be done. When you get married, you and your husband can decide what you want to do.” She paused. “This is why you’re adopting. You want to be sure you have children.”
    â€œYes. When I found all this out, I felt broken inside.”
    â€œYou’re not broken.”
    â€œI know that in my head, but in my heart I’m not so sure. What if I never get married?”
    â€œYou will.”
    â€œMom, I’m twenty-eight years old. I’ve never been in love. Isn’t that weird?”
    â€œYou’ve been busy. You had your doctorate before you were twenty-five. That took tremendous effort.”
    â€œI know, but…” She’d always wanted a man in her life. She just couldn’t seem to find him. At this point, she wasn’t even searching for Mr. Right. A reasonably decent guy who didn’t run screaming into the night at the sight of her would be pretty darned fabulous.
    â€œI don’t want to wait anymore. I’m perfectly capable of being a single mom. It’s not like I’ll be alone—not in this town, or with my family.”
    â€œNo, you wouldn’t be alone, but having children will make it difficult to find the right man.”
    â€œIf I meet someone who can’t accept all of me, including an adopted child, then he’s not the guy for me.”
    Denise smiled. “I raised such wonderful children.”
    Dakota laughed. “Because it’s all about you.”
    â€œSometimes.” She leaned forward. “All right, adoption it is. Have you started looking? Can I help?”
    Emotions swelled inside of Dakota—the most powerful was gratitude. No matter what, she could always depend on her mom.
    â€œI couldn’t go through it without you. Adopting as a single parent isn’t easy. I researched international adoptions and applied with an agency that works exclusively in Kazakhstan.”
    â€œI don’t even know where that is.”
    â€œKazakhstan is the ninth largest country in the worldand the largest country that is completely landlocked.” Dakota shrugged. “I did research.”
    â€œI can tell.”
    â€œRussia is to the north, China to the southeast. The agency was very open and encouraging about the adoption. I filled out the paperwork and prepared to wait.”
    Her mother’s mouth dropped open. “You’re getting a child.”
    Dakota winced. “No. In late January, after I’d finished the paperwork and had the home and background checks, they called and said they had a little boy for me. But the next day they called back and said there’s been a mistake. He was going to another family. A couple.”
    She drew in a breath to keep from crying. At some point the body should just run out of tears, but she had enough personal experience to know that didn’t happen.
    â€œI’m not clear if it was an honest mistake or if they prefer couples and that’s why I didn’t get him. I’m still on the waiting list and the director of the agency swears it’s going to happen.”
    Her mother leaned back in her chair. “I can’t believe you’ve been through all this on your own.”
    â€œI couldn’t talk about it,” Dakota said quickly. “Not with anyone. At first I felt too frail to discuss it at all. Then I was afraid I’d jinx the adoption. It wasn’t you, Mom.”
    â€œHow could it be?” Denise asked. “I’m practically perfect. But still.”
    For the second time, Dakota laughed. It felt good to find humor in life again. She’d had a few months where nothing had been happy or right.
    Dakota touched her arm. “I’m dealing. Most days it’s okay. Sometimes it’s hard to get out of bed. Maybe if I’d been