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didn’t really have
a date planned, but nobody needed to know that. What she did have was a pint of
Cherry Garcia in the freezer and a ton of movies on Netflix just waiting for
her at home.
                At home, she hopped right into the
shower and scrubbed her makeup off. She pulled on her favorite nightshirt and
scraped her wet hair up into a ponytail. She rubbed some peppermint-scented moisturizer
onto her heels, pulled on a pair of fuzzy socks, and grabbed her ice cream and
a spoon. Curled up on the couch, she scrolled through her Netflix instant watch
queue, deciding on a girly 80’s movie she hadn’t seen in a long time.
                She ate half a pint of ice cream and
ignored her cell phone as it beeped in her purse. Someone was texting her and
she was determined to ignore it, because technically, she was supposed to be on
a date.
                Truthfully, she just hadn’t feel like dating. She hadn’t met anybody she thought she
could have a serious relationship with in ages. And that was what she really
wanted – a serious relationship. Love. Like Lucy and
Jackson, for example. Their love for each other was so strong that Lucy ditched
her fiancé and moved back from Miami and Jackson had moved home from New York
and was waiting for his divorce to be finalized. Although other people might
not have agreed with their actions, neither of them regretted what they had
done, because they both knew that they were meant to be together.
                 Thankfully,
though, they weren’t the annoying kind of couple that grossed people out by
constantly professing their love for each other and showering each other with
lovey-dovey behavior and public displays of affection. Instead, they were…
easy-going. Comfortable. Like they
just belonged together. They were friends and they loved each other and
they didn’t need to say anything or do anything to prove it. That was what Kate
wanted out of a relationship.

 

 
    *
                The next afternoon, Kate was leaving
the office when her cell phone rang. “Hi, Mom,” she said.
                “I haven’t talked to you in
ages!   What have you been up to lately?”
                “Not much. Work
and all the same old stuff. Going to meet Lucy for
lunch.”
                “Have you gone out at all lately?”
                “Do you mean have I gone on a date
lately?” Kate asked.
                Her mother stifled a gasp. “Yes!   Have you?”
                “No, I haven’t. All I do is work and
hang out with Lucy and the boys.”
                “Don’t you think that might be part
of the problem?”
                “It’s not really a problem, Mom,”
Kate huffed.
                “You’re my only daughter. I want you
to be happy and get married and have a beautiful family.”
                Kate sighed. Here we go again. “Maybe I don’t want to get married.”
                This time, her mother really did let
out a gasp. Then she was silent for a moment. “You don’t want to get married?   Ever?”
                Kate sighed. “I didn’t mean that. It’s
just… It’s not easy. I haven’t found the right guy yet, that’s all.”
                “Well, keep looking,” she said. “He’s
probably right under your nose and you don’t even know it.”
                “ Riiight ,”
Kate groaned, looking down at her watch. “Look, Mom, I’ve got to go. Lucy’s
probably waiting for me.”
                “Okay. Talk to you soon. You should
think about coming for a visit. Your father and I miss you.”
                “I miss you guys, too. I love you,”
Kate said.
                Tossing her phone in her bag, Kate
hurried down the street to the restaurant Lucy had suggested that morning. The
breakfast and brunch crowd had mostly