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Weekend, you’re giving advice to stay put, clothes on and just talk?” Amanda asked. “Wow.”
    Emma looked offended. “First of all, I was never up all night with a guy I just met and had never heard of. And second of all—” her expression gentled, “—keeping the same guy around for several weekends in a row isn’t all bad.”
    Olivia went to her and hugged her tight. She didn’t know if it was the falling in love with Nate or the pregnancy hormones or what, but Emma was softening up. “I’m going to be fine. I’m not going to go anywhere with him. It’s drinks. That’s it.”
    “But he’s a ninety-seven-percent match,” Amanda said.
    Olivia turned to her. “You think this whole thing is silly.”
    “I think there are a lot of nice guys you could go out with without needing a computer to tell you that you’ll get along.”
    “Yeah, well, it’s been a long time since a guy actually asked me out,” she said, frowning as she thought about it. “But the guys I meet are either firefighters—and off limits because we work together.” Yeah, that made sense. “Or they’re guys that I meet at Trudy’s, which means they either play for the Hawks or they work at St. Anthony’s.”
    Trudy’s Tavern was the popular bar across from the hospital where Conner and Ryan, Amanda’s fiancé, were paramedics. The entire clientele was made up of St. Anthony’s employees, their friends and family, or fans of the Hawks.
    “So? At least you know who they are, or you know someone who knows who they are,” Amanda pointed out.
    It was mostly okay that she didn’t get asked out much—or at all for several months, now that she was trying to remember the last time—but it would still be nice for there to be a guy who was interested once in a while.
    “And they have all kinds of assumptions about me.” Or they had. Back when guys actually asked her out.
    Her frown deepened as she realized she couldn’t remember a guy asking her out since sometime last April. And he hadn’t called again after their one date.
    “Assumptions like what?” Emma asked.
    “They either assume I’m a party girl like you and Isabelle,” Olivia said, “or they assume I’m the sweet, innocent girl Conner claims I am.”
    Amanda was watching her closely. “And you don’t like either of those assumptions?”
    “Neither is true,” Olivia said. “Em, I love you, but I’m not like you. I don’t want to party and meet new guys all the time and win drinking challenges.” Emma was—or had been—well-known as the wild child of the Dixon clan. “But I’m not as innocent as Conner would like to think. I want…” She sighed. This was why she didn’t mind not getting asked out more often. She was waiting for something specific…and special. And she knew that it wasn’t easy to find. But she was going to sound like a teenage girl who had watched too many romantic comedies. “I want romance. I want someone to treat me like a princess. I want to feel my heart pound and my stomach flip…and I want…” She looked at her sisters. “Can I tell you something corny?”
    “Cornier than the stomach-flipping thing?” Emma asked.
    Olivia could tell by her expression that Emma was touched by what she’d said though.
    “Yeah. Really corny.”
    “Sure, honey,” Amanda said, sitting down next to Emma.
    “I want a guy who’s a combination of all of your guys. I want a guy to respect me like Ryan respects you,” she said to Amanda. “Someone who will see the strongest parts of me and support them fully. And I want a guy who’s sweet and crazy like Shane is with Isabelle. Someone who will go over the top to show me how he feels. And—” she looked at Emma, “—I want a guy who makes me feel wanted and sexy like Nate does with you. The way he looks at you could start the place on fire if you’re not careful.”
    Both of her sisters were blushing. And smiling.
    Her sisters had found love. The true, no-matter-what kind of love. She