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singles over forty. Quinn had included another attachment that contained several pictures of her, one of which she thought wasn’t all that attractive.
    She pursed her lips. No way was she going to let Quinn set her up on a dating site. But Lauren’s words of the night before came back to her. Maybe she should step out of her comfort zone. If she signed up for the dating site, what could it hurt? She’d thought of it herself last night, and it might be good for laughs.
    She opted in, set up her password and hit “join.” Minutes later, she checked the site. What surprised her was the number of people who had sent her “winks” in addition to four full-fledged messages.
    Oh, good grief!
    She dialed Quinn’s number. “You won’t have to sign me up on that dating site. I did it myself,” she declared.
    He chuckled. “I see you read my email.”
    “ Yes, but really, Quinn, I feel kind of silly.” She paced, not sure whether she should thank him for thinking of her or bawl him out for presuming that she needed help finding a male friend. Since when was it her son’s responsibility to ignite her nonexistent social life into even a feeble flame? On the other hand, without people at work to interact with, having email friends to chat with might be fun.
    His laugh sounded so much like her late father.
    “What do you think? Did you like the pictures I sent? Did you upload them—from our trip to Yosemite a couple years back and the ones from Christmas? I would have suggested more, but Bianca said I should check with you first.”
    “ The one showing my pasty white legs at the beach isn’t the best I zapped that one.”
    “ Since you signed up, how’s it working? Get any messages?”
    “Several.” She pinched her bottom lip between her teeth, determined not to give Quinn details.
    “Great!” His enthusiasm, normally so infectious, now felt intrusive.
    “Look, honey. If I want to find someone, I don’t need your help. That’s why I set it up on my own.” What she really needed was a job, something to fill her time. Or more friends.
    “ It was just a suggestion. It’s been ages since you and Dad split. You need to get out more, do more than work and talk over the back fence with Lauren. Take a vacation. You’re not getting any younger, you know.”
    “Excuse me?” Now she was upset. Because he’d hit the proverbial nail on the head?
    “Bianca said you might be mad. Why don’t you give the website at try for at least a couple of months? Lots of people find friends online these days.”
    “When they are younger, maybe,” she replied. “Not at my age.” Is forty-six too old for this sort of thing?
    “How do you know if you don’t put yourself out there? How many times have you gone out last year, not counting work -related parties, or your Fridays with Lauren? With a man?”
    Now he was getting downright pushy. “None,” she admitted.
    “In the last two years?”
    Her mind was blank. “I’ll have to think about that.” Zip? Zero? Nada?
    “How about in the last five years?”
    “This is getting tiresome.” She sighed heavily, not wanting to acknowledge she couldn’t remember the last time she’d been out with a man. Alone. On anything resembling a date. “Wait. I think I did go out a few years’ back.” What was his name? “But it didn’t work out.”
    “I’ll bet you can’t even remember the poor sap’s name.” Her son chuckled. “I rest my case. Promise me you’ll at least check out those guys who sent you messages or winks. You need to do more than work and go home, work and go home,” he repeated.
    It was a litany she realized had kept her going after the divorce, especially after she decided to concentrate on raising Quinn.
    She turned her attention to the screen after scanning a couple of the entries.
    “I’ll run a background check on any of the responders if you want. And get rid of the questionables. All you have to do is give me your user name and password.”
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