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got.”
    “But you made it past the first interview,” Angie said again, as though Cassie had managed a feat of unparalleled skill.
    “What I don’t understand,” Shawn said, pushing back in his chair, “is why you’d allow this man to insult you. I mean, everything he said was just a matterof opinion. His opinion.” He raised both hands as the women started to protest. “Okay, I understand you’re feeling desperate—to quote you—but I don’t get it.”
    Cassie and Angie shared a look.
    “I think it’s the promise,” Cassie said.
    “The promise,” Shawn repeated. “What promise?”
    Angie leaned forward, folding her arms on the table. “Dr. Dodson guarantees that he’ll find you a match.”
    “Someone who’ll be a perfect match…”
    “Someone who’s as eager to meet us as we are them,” Angie explained.
    “The thing is,” Cassie said, “I can’t help wondering if the man of my dreams is actually out there.”
    “Of course he is,” Shawn insisted. “Frankly I think all of this is nonsense. How can anyone guarantee that he’ll find you a perfect match? ” Sarcasm dripped from his words. “I can’t believe you’re willing to pay the guy that much money when you’re completely capable of finding yourself a husband.”
    “Where?” Cassie asked, opening her arms and gesturing widely. “Tell me where he is and I’ll send a search party to bag him.”
    “I’ll volunteer,” Angie said. “Maybe there’ll be an extra man hanging around for me.”
    “Where?” Shawn ignored their teasing. “There are men, decent men, everywhere. You can meet him at work—” they shook their heads simultaneously “—well, then, at…at the grocery store. Or on the street. Or in a bookstore. Or…”
    Angie cocked one finely shaped eyebrow. “Did you hear what I just heard?”
    “I did,” Cassie confirmed.
    “What?” Shawn looked from one woman to the other.
    “You used the word meet, ” Cassie told him.
    “Not marry,” Angie said.
    “Now, just a minute—” Shawn started to speak but Cassie cut him off.
    “You’re a prime example of what we’re talking about.”
    “Me?” Shawn placed a hand over his heart. “I’m too busy for a wife and family. I’m constantly on the road. That’s no life for kids.”
    “You don’t feel the need for companionship, then?” Angie asked.
    “Not really.”
    “Men don’t,” Cassie complained. “They don’t know they’re miserable until we tell them.”
    “So I’m miserable now?” Shawn laughed as if she’d made a joke. “Too bad I’ve never noticed.”
    Cassie wasn’t about to argue with him. “Men aren’t on the same timetable women are, and when they finally wake up and realize they want the same things we do, they can still father children.”
    “A woman has biological limitations,” Angie said, “if she wants kids.”
    Her brother’s look sobered. “You two aren’t kidding.”
    “No way,” Cassie said. “In fact, we’re willing to put up with the criticism and scrutiny of someone like Simon Dodson in the hope of finding a good man we can share our lives with.”
    Shawn grew thoughtful. “I don’t understand why he’d reject you, Angie. It seems to me you’d be an ideal candidate.”
    “Well, he did, and it’s his prerogative,” she said briskly. Then she smiled at Cassie. “I can hardly wait until you have your next appointment.”
    “Now, just a minute,” Shawn said again. “You should’ve asked me to set you up before you went to all this trouble.”
    Cassie’s eyes widened. “You have someone you want me to meet?”
    “Well, sure. I know a dozen eligible men. I could’ve introduced you.”
    Cassie glanced at Angie. “He only thinks to mention this now?”
    Angie frowned. “Do you really trust your brother to find you a husband?”
    Cassie shook her head. “My idea of what I want and what he has to offer might be worlds apart.”
    “Hey, you two,” Shawn said, breaking into their conversation.