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would’ve caught her eye.
    “That wasn’t it.” Hands on her hips, Josie searched through the piles and piles of manila envelopes spewing their contents onto the floor. “It wasn’t the paper…it wasn’t the answers…what the hell was it?”
    Skimming quickly through hundreds of applications, Josie finally discovered Mitch’s two applications. He’d submitted in June and July of this year. Holding the paper in the palm of her hand, she tested the weight. Same as always. Searched through his answers. Nothing out of the ordinary.
    As the front door to her office opened, Carrie walked in and carried the evening breeze with her. “Josie? What are you doing on the floor?”
    “The smell,” she hollered.
    Carrie’s eyebrows arched high. “Want me to get you an air freshener?”
    “No, the smell of the paper.” She sounded mad, and she knew it. “He either used scented paper or sprayed it with cologne before submitting it.”
    “Gotcha. It does smell in here, though.” Carrie sat on the floor across from her, crossed her legs, and then set her purse in her lap. “Who are we talking about, anyway?”
    Josie sniffed his applications. “Mitch. They don’t smell anymore, though. They lost their scent. I remember there was something more, but I can’t…I can’t place it.”
    “I know we haven’t sealed the deal yet, but I’m fairly certain you can take Mitch out of your system.” She took her iPhone out of her bag and started scrolling. “He’s spoken for.”
    “I’m not an idiot.”
    “Then why are you still looking at his application?”
    It did seem odd.
    But there was no reason to freak Carrie out about what Mitch was hiding until she discovered it for herself. If it was terrible, fine. She’d say something, and they’d figure out where to go from there. But if Ryder was full of crap, and Mitch’s secrets didn’t go any further than his favorite flavor of ice cream and sleeping habits, Carrie wouldn’t be worked up for nothing.
    “Carrie…” She sniffed the paper again, just to be sure the strange aroma wasn’t still there. “Do you know if Mitch snores?”
    Her sister blurted out a laugh and dropped her phone back into her bag. “Of course he does. Every night. Especially when he lies on his back with his mouth open. Haven’t you seen the joke on Facebook about that? When men sleep like that, their balls fall over their—”
    “I don’t want to know about Mitch’s balls.” Josie’s hands flew to her ears. “Please, God, I don’t want to know.”
    “It gives them vapor lock.”
    With a squeal, Josie rolled her eyes. “God, Carr—I said no.”
    She shrugged. “I thought it was funny.”
    After a few minutes stacking the papers next to her, Josie said, “So you know that he snores.”
    “It’s not like he can hide it.” Carrie rolled her eyes with a groan. “Though sometimes I wish he could. It’s hard to imagine sleeping next to him every night for the rest of my life. I’ll be deaf by the time I hit forty.”
    The doubt in her words, and her tone, didn’t pass undetected.
    “Lots of people snore,” Josie said, tossing old applications into the garbage. “You could invest in earplugs, or have Mitch go in for treatment to get one of those mask things.”
    “If I wanted to sleep with Darth Vader, I would’ve found someone at a Star Wars convention. No”—she blew out a long sigh—“it’ll be fine. If anything, we have an extra room. I can sleep in there on nights I can’t stand it anymore.”
    Josie hesitated asking the next question as she held Mitch’s application. “If he said he didn’t snore on the application, would that have bothered you?”
    “No, I don’t think so.” Carrie handed over a few applications that’d gotten away from her in the mad search. “There’s not much that’d bother me. What matters most is that we get along, that he’s slow to anger, and that he treats me like a queen.”
    Thank God.
    She’d never wanted to hug her