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had a powerful influence on his children, whom he rarely recognized as such.
“Shawn won’t feel marriage is safe until he sees you happily married,” Angie went on to say.
Cassie scowled at her friend. “What makes you so smart?”
“Just an observation,” Angie said. “I may not be correct, but it seems to me that you and Shawn are afraid of love.”
“Me afraid of love? Hardly.” Not if the longing in her heart was anything to go by. Like her friend Jill, she wanted it all.
“Whenever you meet a man—no matter how perfect he is—you find fault with him,” Angie said.
Now, that was categorically untrue. “Not so,” Cassie argued.
“Oh, it’s all wine and roses in the beginning, but then it’s over before you even have a chance to really know the guy.”
“How can you say that?”
“Well, mostly,” Angie told her softly, “I can say it because I’ve seen you do it again and again.”
“You’re not talking about me and Jess, are you? The man had no class. He scratched his private parts in public!”
“Not Jess.”
“Who do you mean, then?”
“Rod.”
Cassie cocked her head. “Rod? Rod who?”
“I don’t remember his last name. You went out with him a year ago.”
“Not Rod Showers? Good grief, he was so cheap I had to pay for my half of the meal and tip the valet because he refused to do it.”
“What about Charles…”
Cassie got the point quickly enough. “Okay, okay, so I have standards.”
“High standards.”
“Okay, fine. High standards.” Cassie had made the effort, though. “I’ve tried to meet men.”
“We both have.”
“I had hopes for that online dating service.” The advertisements had looked so promising. Cassie and Angie had signed up together and then waited expectantly to meet their perfect matches.
It didn’t happen.
“I had real hopes for that, too,” Angie returned sadly. “I thought for sure we’d meet really wonderful husbands.”
Cassie sighed. That had been an expensive venture. Her expectations had been great and her disappointment greater. Angie’s, too. In fact, Angie was the one who’d suggested trying the Internet.
“The church singles group was a good idea,” she said now.
“A great idea,” Cassie concurred, “if there’d been any men involved.” They’d gone there to discover the group consisted of thirty women and two men—both close to retirement age.
Angie nodded. “The pickings were few and far between.”
“We’ve read all the right books,” Cassie said. “Dating for Dummies. How to Find a Man in Five Easy Lessons. My personal favorite was Lasso Yourself a Husband and Other Ways to Make a Man Notice You.”
“The only thing we managed to lasso was a hundred-dollar credit-card bill for all those books.”
“Divided two ways,” Cassie reminded her.
“They did make for interesting reading.”
“They would’ve been a lot more interesting if we’d been able to make any of them work,” Cassie said in acerbic tones.
“Yeah…”
“We’ve tried everything.”
“I’m not giving up,” Angie insisted. “And I won’t let you give up, either.”
Cassie sighed.
She was close to it. The Christmas card from Jill and Tom was the final straw. For too long she’d been convinced that one day soon, she’d be mailing glossy Christmas cards to all her friends and relatives. She, too, would have a photograph that showed the perfect husband, the perfect children, a boy and a girl, all looking forward to the perfect Christmas. But year after year it was the same. No husband. No children. And each Christmas with her embittered mother more depressing than the one before.
The time had come to step forward and find a man, she decided with new resolve. Maybe she did need to lower her standards. She couldn’t allow another Christmas to pass without—
“There’s something, or rather someone, you haven’t tried,” Angie said, cutting into Cassie’s thoughts.
Cassie perked up. “Oh?”
Angie grew strangely quiet.
Cassie frowned. “Don’t hold out on me now, Angie.”
“He’s expensive.”
“How expensive? No, wait, don’t tell me.” She paused. “Who is this he?”
“A matchmaker.”
“A matchmaker,” Cassie repeated slowly. “I didn’t know there was such a thing in this day and age.”
“There is.” Angie avoided eye contact. “In fact, more and more people are turning to professional matchmakers. It works, too—most of the time.”
“Now tell me how expensive he is.”
“Thirty thousand dollars.”
“What?”
“You heard me—and apparently he’s worth it.”
“And you know about him because…” Cassie let the question hang between them.
“Because I went to him.”
Cassie slapped her hands against her sides. “Clearly you wasted your money.”
“It didn’t cost me a dime.”
“And why is that?”
Angie’s gaze darted in every direction except Cassie’s. “He wouldn’t accept me as a client.”
“He rejected you?” The man was nuts! Angie was lovely and smart and a thousand other adjectives that flew through her mind. “What’s wrong with this guy, anyway?”
“He was right…?. I’m not a good candidate and I would’ve been wasting my money.”
“Why didn’t you tell me about him before?”
“I…I didn’t want anyone to know I’d been turned down.”
“If he rejected you, then he’ll probably reject me, too.”
“No…he said he couldn’t accept me because I have feelings for someone else.”
“Do you?”
“I did—a long time ago,” she said without elaborating further. “But don’t let my experience dissuade you. Check him out. Like you said earlier, you’ve tried everything else. At least make an appointment and see what he has to say.”
Cassie was tempted to ask more about this man Angie had feelings for, but her friend had clearly signalled an unwillingness to talk about it. As far as the matchmaker went, she wasn’t convinced. “He actually does this for a living?”
“Yes. He has an office and an assistant. I asked him for his credentials and he has an advanced degree in psychology and—” Angie stared directly at her “—he guarantees his work.”
“Guarantees?”
“Yes. If he doesn’t find you a husband, you get a full refund. So make an appointment and see for yourself. Remember—nothing