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deep breath to calm herself. If she acted like a child, Jane would have the upper hand right away. Once she felt calm enough, she turned the handle. To her relief, Cory was there first. “Hey, sis.”
    Cory walked in, imposing at over six feet tall, and yet her reddish blonde hair that fell just over her shoulders and her soft blue eyes confirmed her kind heart. Ari was sure her sister could not hurt a fly. Well, not true. She had seen her kill many a fly, spider, scorpion, and any number of horrid insects. But that wasn’t the point.
    Since Jane hadn’t gotten there yet, Ari relaxed and drank her soup and chocolate while Cory talked about her day. “Ready for tonight?” she asked once Ari was done.
    “It’s been an awful day. So I don’t know how it could get worse. I am not going out with any more of her guys though.” Ari grimaced at her own tone. Even she didn’t believe her. True, she didn’t want to go on any Jane-approved dates anymore, but she never had been one to fight for her rights. Especially against a sister who was a decade older and wielded guilt like a weapon. Their mother would have been so proud.
    “Well, I think she is coming armed with ideas. So be prepared for a Jane attack.”
    Groaning, Ari went over to the cookie jar and carried it into the living room. “If I’m going to put up with that, I’m gonna do it with cookies.”
    She had just put the jar down on the coffee table when a series of loud raps came at the door, Jane’s signature soft, hard, soft, boom knock. Ari opened the door, grimacing at her sister who was wrapped up in the kind of winter coat you only needed if you lived some place like Jackson Hole, Wyoming. Jane walked in, removed her coat, sweater, and galoshes, before walking into the living room, barely acknowledging her baby sister.
    “Cory, how was your trip?” she asked, taking a cookie and sitting down in Ari’s favorite chair. Her short white blonde hair was styled into a bob that she somehow kept tamed even with the humidity in the air. At only five-feet-two, she was the shortest of the sisters, yet somehow she was also the bossiest.
    “Good. Got two more contracts signed so I’ll be busy through the end of next year.”
    “And Brent?”
    “Brent’s doing fine. He is in Florida doing something for a theme park.”
    “Good, good.” Jane turned her eyes to Ari. “And how is the library?”
    Sighing, Ari flumped onto the sofa next to Cory and grabbed a couple cookies. “Good for the most part. The whole place was crazy today.” She didn’t feel like telling them about the pamphlets. Jane wasn’t really in the mood to hear about it anyway.
    “Well, we all know why we are here,” Jane began.
    Cory nodded. “So you can harp on Ari about the fact she doesn’t date.”
    A snicker bubbled up Ari’s throat, but she pushed it back.
    “I don’t harp,” Jane snapped, her normal calm demeanor ruffled for a moment. “But Cory, you have to admit, Arwen is not any good at finding a date. And—”
    “And,” Cory cut in and Arwen began to wonder if she even needed to be here for the conversation. “You have taken Mom’s last request a bit intensely and, in my opinion, the wrong way.”
    Pursing her lips, Jane took a bite of a cookie. “Mom asked that we make sure Ari was happily married.”
    “Exactly. And by happily, I take it to mean that she’s with someone of her same intellect. You take it to mean someone you would be attracted to.”
    A faint blush lit Jane’s cheeks. “What do you have against Tony?”
    Chuckling, Cory grabbed a cookie. “Nothing. He’s perfect for you. But Ari is nothing like you, Jane. The kind of person who would be perfect for her is not your type.”
    They continued to quibble back and forth, never once asking for Ari’s input. Part of her felt annoyed about that, but the other part, the part that did not want to argue, was quite happy with the way things were working out. Until…
    Jane turned to look at her. “So,