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it from time to time before he moved back to Austin.
    No more ex. It was four months now, and it was getting easier. Getting over her was easier than it should have been, he thought. He remembered the last time he talked to Jamie, when he’d called off the wedding.
    His dad’s call all those months ago had come at the most opportune time, the day after the break-up. He’d wanted to get out of Houston—of course he would help his pops. He’d given his notice at the fancy dental chain where he’d been working, courtesy of the ex’s dad. Her old man had connections, and wanted to make sure his daughter lived in a style befitting her station in life.
    He’d left Houston as soon as his two weeks was up. He’d come home to Austin to regroup and lick his wounds, but mainly to figure out what to do next.
    So far he was still clueless. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to head back, find another dentist to partner with in Houston, or start his own practice, like his pops. Maybe he would join his dad or just serve as one of those travelling dentists, moving around the country from clinic to clinic. There was always a need for free dental care. He could just volunteer his time, and skip the part about getting married and settling down altogether. Yes, his parents had been married for forever and he’d thought he would, too, but it wasn’t for everyone and after Jamie, he was less sure of his ability to spot a woman worthy of marriage.
    Mariah, of the nice curves and enticing body, popped into his head. He really had it bad. Nothing about her seemed easy, but she reminded him that he was missing something—that mindless sex thing, with many or with one.
    Someone was banging on his door. He walked over to open it and in walked his sister, Yvette.
    “Men!” she said, walking in like she lived there..
    He was silent. Yvette’s love life was an ongoing soap opera. There she stood, all 5 feet, two inches of her, hands on generous hips barely contained by skinny jeans, standing on what looked like four-inch heels.
    “Aren’t you going to say something on your gender’s behalf?” she said, kicking off her shoes.
    He remained silent, cautiously closing the door. He knew better than to venture anywhere near his sister when she was on a tear.
    “Men!” She was standing in front of him now, a look of irritation on her face.
    “What?” he said, glancing at her quickly, before resuming his seat on the couch. Yvette had challenged him constantly growing up, in your face to the max—she was spit from their mother’s womb with a fist raised in the air.
    “I had a date, that’s what.”
    He was silent. He put his feet up on the coffee table in front of the couch and lowered the TV volume, preparing to listen to her usual rant.
    “Men,” she said again, flopping down on the couch next to him.
    “Are you going to tell me about it, or just keep repeating the word ‘men’ all night?”
    “I met this guy the other day after work.”
    “Okay,” he said.
    “We met for coffee tonight,” she said.
    “Okay.”
    “I could tell right from the start I was too much for him. You know how you all are with a woman who knows her mind. That look that tells me you just can’t wait to leave,” she said.
    Silence.
    “What’s up with men these days? What am I to do? Downplay who I am so that he’s comfortable? Hang on his every word, act like I’m honored that he is listening to little old me?”
    “Not you,” Adam said.
    “No, not me.”
    “Why would you want a mouse of a woman?” she asked.
    “Why are you asking me that? How would I know?”
    “You like demure, quiet women. Except this last time. She was demure on top and crazy underneath,” she said.
    “So thoughtful of you to point that out,” he said, flipping the channel. “And I don’t want a mouse of a woman. But I also don’t want one who challenges me on everything, where everything becomes a cause, a battle, a struggle to be overcome, a fight to the