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brought to mind dark nights, silky sheets and…
    Stop right there, Susan. She was committed to the show. Yet every instinct told her to email Tyler back. No, she needed to think about her next step first. She’d jumped too soon before and landed in a pile of steaming crap. She’d talk to her friends tomorrow, show them the email and hear their thoughts.
    To distract herself, she clicked on the next email. Eew! That was disgusting. She hit delete and steeled herself for the next one. Hit delete. The last two emails were from church groups, decrying her profession. They went into the trash.
    Unable to help herself, she clicked on Tyler’s photo again, smiling in response to his happy expression. The humor in his eyes and the echo in his daughter’s face wiped away the filth from the other emails and brought a surge of hope. She wasn’t a lost cause, despite what her family thought. Her friends believed in her, and even better, she believed in herself.
     
     
    Susan waited until after their usual Saturday dance practice. She, Christina and Julia were relaxing with a cup of peppermint tea when Maggie and Connor breezed into the club.
    “Do you guys have time to watch Connor’s game?” Maggie asked. “It’s a beautiful day outside and I could do with the company.”
    “I’m in, but I’ll have to bring Alex with me,” Julia said.
    “We can help keep an eye on him,” Maggie said.
    “Count me in,” Christina said.
    “Are you okay?” Susan asked. “You look tired.”
    Christina gave a heartfelt sigh and took off her glasses to rub a smear from the lenses. Without the disguise, it was easy to see she wasn’t sleeping. “I’ve been staying with my godmother. She’s not well again, and I’m worried about her. She refuses to go to the doctor.”
    “Anything we can do?” Maggie asked.
    Christina shoved her glasses back into place. “Not really. I need to persuade her to go to the doctor. I’m working on it. I’d like to go to the game. The fresh air will probably do me good.”
    “I did my first blog last night,” Susan said. “And I already had half a dozen emails.” She screwed up her nose. “Most weren’t very polite.”
    “Most?” asked Connor.
    Susan grinned and picked up her phone. She thumbed to the photo of Tyler and his daughter and handed it to Christina. “This is Tyler, Nolan’s younger brother. He wrote me a really nice email offering himself as a prospective candidate if his older brother rejects me at the next stage.”
    “Cute,” Christina said, passing Susan’s phone to Julia. “What happened to the kid’s mother?”
    “He said his wife died of cancer a few years ago,” Susan said.
    “Are you sure he’s who he says he is?” Connor demanded.
    “He gave me his phone number and his email address, told me his name and gave me personal details. He didn’t come across as a creep, but he told me I was welcome to check him out.”
    “Send me his details,” Connor said. “I’ll do it for you.”
    Susan nodded, happy to accept the offer. Connor was the computer wizard, and he’d know exactly where to look.
    Julia cocked her head, her blonde curls swinging against her cheek with the action. “You like him.”
    “Yeah. I shouldn’t. He’s three years younger than me,” Susan said.
    “Three years is nothing,” Maggie said. “You seem more excited about him than his brother. I say go for it.”
    “After I’ve checked him out,” Connor said in a stern voice.
    Susan gave him a cocky salute. “Yes, sir.”
    “I’ll do my searches tonight and let you know by tomorrow at the latest.”
    “Thanks,” Susan said. “I appreciate it.”
    “You’re going to cheer my team on this afternoon,” Connor said. “It’s the least I can do in return.”
     
     
    “Tyler Penrith is who he says he is,” Connor said the next day after yet another dance practice. “Nothing bad jumped out at me during my searches.”
    “So what are you going to do?” Maggie asked.
    “I’m