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why—just send her on her way. “Why?”
    â€œThat gives us plenty of time. Get up, hit the shower and do something with you hair. Meet me in the lobby in thirty.”
    â€œThe question bears repeating. Why? ”
    â€œI’m scheduling you for a sit-down with Willa Smart.”
    â€œWilla Smart is...?”
    â€œThe founder and CEO of the hottest dating company in the West. Wait, have you never heard of Dating Done Smart? It’s headquartered here in Las Vegas.”
    Joey released her knee and slapped her hands on the floor, blinking tears from her eyelashes. “No friggin’ way. You’re booking me an appointment with a matchmaker ?”
    â€œWilla and Ma float in the same social ponds. Her daughter and my sister are friends. Best friends, actually. Are you following along?”
    â€œNot really, but go on.”
    â€œAnyway,” Charlotte continued, straightening then holding out her hands to help Joey up, “Willa’s company is award-winning. It uses this highly intelligent computerized matching system. It’s all very scientific with complicated algorithms, but the approach is said to be individualized and personal. And it’s confidential. No one will know unless you want them to.”
    â€œIf it’s so top-notch, why didn’t matchmaking mama extraordinaire Tem send you and your sisters to Miz Willa?”
    â€œNone of us would allow it. She’s convinced we’re screwing inappropriate men just to grate her nerves. But once she found out about the engagement and I finally let Nate put a ring on my finger, she eased up on the bitching and moaning. I can be thankful for that, right?”
    â€œI’d call that a victory.” And she praised the saints that Anita Esposito de la Peña had become a non-interfering, laissez-faire parent once the family had made it through Joey’s Quinceañera. “So. Know anyone who’s used Dating Done Smart?”
    â€œUh-uh. At least, not personally. Word is the success rate’s phenomenal. Heralded in business and lifestyle magazines. Featured in psychology journals. All that good stuff. It was mentioned during the Emmy Awards. The host made a crack about soliciting professional help to get some actress a Prince Charming.”
    â€œI’m not in the market for a Prince Charming, remember? I’m not chasing happily-ever-after. All I want is intelligent conversation and some sweaty sex. Not saying the intelligent conversation should necessarily occur during the sweaty sex.”
    â€œLet’s try not to lead with that. But your choice.” Charlotte tugged Joey upright then handed her the walking stick. “No one’s saying this has to end in an ‘I do’ of your own. Take the compatibility test and see if it matches you to any decent talent. If things go south and you’d rather not be maid of honor, then I’ll respect that and won’t ask you to reconsider. Will you give it a try?”
    Nope. Nope, nope, nope, nope. But she heard herself say, “ Sí , okay.”
    * * *
    â€œThat was invasive.”
    Willa Smart’s office wasn’t quiet. It was alive with an orchestral melody twirling out of the room and the bleed-through of footsteps and good-morning greetings from the other side of the frosted glass doors.
    Latching on to the comment, Willa sat on a white leather chair instead of releasing Joey into the wild of singles roaming the egg-frying-hot Vegas streets.
    â€œInvasive?” The woman’s finely arched brows rose and fell over eyes as dark as the Texas soil Joey missed from her childhood. “How so?”
    â€œCompleting that questionnaire was reminiscent of the LSATs.”
    â€œYou took the LSATs?”
    â€œYeah.” She’d passed, even by her severe expectations. And straightaway she’d put the exam—and Papá’s wishes for her future—on the back burner. “I’m just saying, the