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fast on target, and brutal!
    “You think? And we have Blair to thank for leading me to Lacey Morgan-relationship expert, who thinks choosing the right person is all it takes to have a solid relationship.”
    “Hot women and dating,” Ty said with a smile. “It could only be better if they were wearing a bikini.”
    A little charm should convince Lacey to sign a release form.
    Suddenly eager to get started, Reed took a deep breath to quell the rapid beating of his heart. They couldn’t begin soon enough to exposé this woman.
    “I think we need to drink to our next documentary Lacey Morgan. Relationship coach.”
     
     

Chapter Two
     
    T he next morning, Lacey stood in front of her favorite restaurant, waiting for her sister, Kerri. The wind blew Lacey’s hair into her face, and she shoved the long blonde strands behind her ear.
    At seven-thirty sharp, a phone call had shattered her dreams and roused her from bed. Kerri had insisted Lacey meet her for lunch. Lacey had agreed with the hope of spending the rest of the weekend alone with Dean after she picked him up this afternoon.
    Now, she stood tapping her foot impatiently as she waited outside the door of their favorite salad bar. After a busy week spent indoors, the warm May sun caressed her face like a lover’s hand.
    She glanced across the parking lot and watched her mother hurrying towards her. At fifty-five years of age, Brenda Morgan-Spencer still appeared a knockout with bottle blonde-hair and a trim figure. Doing yoga kept her slim, and she’d always been an eccentric dresser, preferring the more outlandish styles that looked like leftovers from the sixties.
    Kerri hadn’t mentioned their mother joining them for lunch. Unease tickled like a spider creeping along Lacey’s spine.
    “Hi, Mom,” Lacey said, as her mother reached her. She gave her a quick hug and kiss on the cheek. “I didn’t know you were coming. Kerri called and said it was urgent I meet her here for lunch. Do you know what this is about?”
    “She told me the same thing. She didn’t sound upset.”
    “She already knows what medical school she’s attending,” Lacey said. “Something else must be going on.”
    “Yes.” Her mother frowned in that I-don’t-understand-you- girls-way. “She spent sixteen years of her life in school. I don’t know why she’s going for another eight of medical school. I keep wishing one of you girls will get married and give me grandbabies.”
    Inwardly, Lacey’s female parts shuddered, and went into hiding. Being the oldest, she’d heard this rant so many times that the word babies made her body go into lock down.
    “I’m sure whatever Kerri has to say must be important or she wouldn’t have called so early this morning,” Lacey responded, changing the subject away from babies.
    “Two grown children and neither of them married,” her mother lamented. “Maybe my next husband will have grandbabies.” She stopped and gave Lacey a questioning glance. “Is that something I can put on my profile? Can I ask for a man with grandchildren?”
    Lacey bit her lip to keep her jaw from gaping open like the Grand Canyon. She stared at her mother for a moment and then pretended ignorance. “Your profile?”
    Fortunately, her mother spotted Kerri.
    “Oh, look! There she is,” she said ignoring Lacey’s question. “She looks happy. Maybe it’s more good news.”
    Lacey watched as Kerri’s long blonde hair swayed against her lean body as she jogged toward them. Her appearance was more of a high school girl than someone about to enter medical school.
    “Hi, ya’ll,” her sister drawled, giving them each a hug. “Let’s get a table.”
    Inside, the waiter sat them at their favorite corner booth away from the main crowd. After they placed their drink order, Lacey and her mother turned expectantly to Kerri.
    “What’s the news that couldn’t wait?” Lacey asked. “You’re valedictorian?”
    Kerri lifted her left hand. A dazzling rock graced