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festivities, at their own picnic table in the corner. As active members of the community, they knew they needed to show up at the annual Oscar Days street dance, but they wanted to stay out of Dooley and Kevin’s way. They weren’t here to spy or babysit. Much.
    She laughed. “I don’t think Kevin necessarily wants virgins. Just nice girls.”
    “I figured the virgins would be nice girls,” Mac said.
    “They just haven’t had sex. They could be real bitches.”
    “Maybe that’s why nobody’s slept with them.” Mac nodded. “Good point.”
    Grinning, she turned and leaned back against him, loving his big, hard, warm body behind her. He made her feel safe. And loved and protected. And tiny—he was a big guy, bouncer-at-a-night-club big.
    “So we’re just going to let them loose?” she asked, watching Dooley and Kevin dance in the middle of Main Street, Oscar where the annual Oscar Days street dance was being held.
    “Well, I told a couple of girls to give them some attention.”
    Sara tipped her head to look up at Mac. “So did I.”
    “Yeah?”
    “I was down at The Style,” she said.
    It was her friend Angela’s beauty shop, and Angie and the women who gathered there were some of the reasons that Sara loved living in Oscar. “I mentioned that we were trying to set our friends up and I got lots of recommendations.”
    Mac chuckled, the sound rumbling through her body and making her sigh.
    “I guess they’ll have plenty of options then,” Mac said.
    Sara found the guys again. “They deserve it.”
    She meant it. She was the instigator of the group effort find-Dooley-and-Kevin-love campaign because they were two of the best men she knew.
    Kevin and Dooley, along with Mac and her brother, Sam, had been looking out for her ever since she was a kid. She loved them like brothers and now that she had true, soul-deep, life-changing love with Mac she wanted everyone she cared about to have the same thing.
    “Well, I took the liberty of asking the girls I talked to a few questions,” Mac said.
    “The two virgins and the fifteen sluts, you mean?”
    “Non-virgins is the term I prefer,” he said, pinching her hip.
    She laughed and wiggled against him. “Okay, fine, non-virgins. What did you ask them?”
    “I picked out two girls for each of them,” Mac said, “and just asked them some basics, like, for Kevin, if they were in a good place for a serious relationship and if they went to church. Figured we could weed a few out that way.”
    “And the ones you told to spend time with Kevin tonight passed the first round of interviews?” she asked.
    “Right.” He lifted an arm and pointed. “Gwen is the administrator at that assisted-living place over in Kingston. She belongs to the Methodist church, has been married once, briefly, but yes, would like to find a serious relationship. She likes baking, jogging and has two dogs.”
    Sara turned to stare at her husband. “Wow.”
    Husband. She liked that word. Mac had begged her to re-marry him—they’d tried it once, hit some bumps, and decided to start over—the minute she’d stepped off the plane from Europe. They’d only been husband and wife—for the second time—for six months.
    He grinned, obviously proud of himself. He pointed to another woman, a pretty blond in a red sundress. “Erika is a bit younger than Kevin and never married. She’s getting her master’s degree in psychology. She has an older brother who’s deaf and wants to work with families of children with physical disabilities. She also goes to church, but she hates to cook and prefers cats.”
    Sara was impressed. “Tell me about Dooley’s.”
    He pointed out the first one. She was already beside Dooley, laughing at something he’d said. “That’s Carly. She’s a tri-athlete, teaches English lit at UNO and is looking for a long-term relationship with someone who is willing to experiment in the bedroom.”
    Sara raised her eyebrows. “And I’m sure you asked more about