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unconditionally? she asked. “Cats are too judgey and finicky for me.”
    “You make a valid point,” I said, happy just to get to know her. There was this lack of cynicism about her that was so refreshing.
    And her tits were pretty fucking refreshing, too.
    I tore my eyes back upward, just in case she caught me staring at her chest. She tapped her screen a couple times, then frowned. “What’s wrong?” I asked.
    She shook her head. “Nothing?” she sing-songed.
    I felt the grin spread across my face. “You’re comparing our answers, you?”
    She grinned, showing that pretty little dimple again. “Not exactly subtle, am I?”
    I shook my head. “Not subtle, no. But definitely adorable.”
    She blushed. “Question two, which do you prefer more: hiking, or the beach.”
    “Hiking,” I nodded. Surely this girl, with her fresh face and long athletic body would be into hiking as well.
    But she shook her head minutely. “The beach.”
    “So you can lay out and get a tan?” I asked, voice sinking.
    She shot me a look. “So I can swim,” she corrected me.
    “Well—hiking is kind of like swimming… Through air?” I sputtered lamely.
    She shook her head. “You’re really reaching here, aren’t you?”
    “I’m trying. Did that just make our score go down or something?”
    She tapped on her phone. “Beer or wine?”
    “Beer normally, wine with you.”
    She glared up at me. “That’s not really an answer is it?”
    “Beer,” I sighed, already knowing her answer.
    She shook her head. “I’m not sure if I like this app,” she whined. “And I’ve spent the last six months working on it.”
    The waiter appeared to take our order, and I found myself tapping my foot impatiently, wanting him to leave so Candace could keep asking questions. I wanted to know if we were compatible, even though I already knew how I felt.
    “How many more questions?” I asked once he had left.
    “Just two. Okay. City, or country?”
    Well, this should be easy, she was a Chicago resident after all. “City,” I said confidently
    Her shoulders slumped. “Damn it,” she said.
    “Wait, I only said that because I thought you would. Country, I like the country.”
    “Really?”
    “Really,” I said.
    For a second, we did nothing more than smile at each other.
    She ducked her head and cast her eyes down. “Okay, last question. This one’s kind of random, but we did a bunch of surveys prior, and all of our respondents said that this was really key.”
    “Lay it on me, I’m ready.”
    “Which do you prefer,” she read. “Winter, or summer.”
    I let out a short burst of laughter. “Candace, I’m a hockey player. Winter.”
    “Damn it!” She laughed. Then she shook her head. “We are a twenty percent match, Ian.” She looked at me imploringly. “I don’t get it. According to this, we’d never be placed together because our odds of getting along are too low. “
    “I think we get along pretty well,” I reassured her.
    “I do, too.” She glared at her phone. “Maybe the app’s busted?”
    I sat back in my chair. “Maybe you guys are concentrating too much on similarities. After all, what’s the saying? Opposites attract?”
    When I said those words, it was like a little jolt went through her whole body, from her head all the way down to her feet. She looked down, then up at me, then back down, sliding her fingers mechanically over her phone, clutching it so tightly that her knuckles were white. “Opposites attract,” she echoed, like the words had more meaning to her than some useless platitude.
    “Maybe you should bring that up? At work?”
    Just then the waiter brought out our dinner. Candace went silent, cutting into her meat with a thoughtful grimace on her face. I could practically hear the wheels turning in her head.
    I took a bite and waited. The food was amazing, but I could barely taste it over the riot of anticipation that whirled through my head.
    She finally nodded slowly, and swallowed her