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fine. Yeah, he’d been very nice looking in that dark and intense sort of way that made a girl’s chest get tight and tingly, but it hadn’t been a real date. She would never seriously date any man who didn’t actively pursue her, and more important, she didn’t have the time to date anyone. She was on page two hundred of dead.com and had to write another two hundred pages in the next month and a half. A demanding deadline alone was enough to drive her to drink. She did not need the distraction of a man to add to the pressure.
    While Lucy’s e-mail program downloaded her mail, she plugged Maroon 5 into her CD player. She grabbed the small gold-framed glasses out of the case on her desk and placed them on her face so she could see without putting her nose on the screen. The problem with getting older was that she’d inherited her mother’s nearsightedness.
    Her twenty-pound orange tabby, Mr. Snookums, whom she’d also inherited, jumped up onto the desk and scattered papers and magazines.
    Mr. Snookums had shown up at Lucy’s door five years earlier, a skinny stray that she’d nursed back to health and for whom she’d paid more than a thousand dollars in vet bills to save from certain death. Snookums repaid her by being temperamental, totally passive-aggressive, and developing a raging eating disorder. But at night, when she went to bed, he curled up beside her and purred his own brand of pure love and affection. A continuous rattling that Lucy found very comforting.
    Mr. Snookums rubbed his face against her feet, then sat and curled his tail around to his front paws. He stared at her as if he could mesmerize her into adding Meow Mix to his bowl, but he was on a diet and Lucy could not be persuaded. Instead, she checked out a Betsey Johnson velvet coat at Nordstrom.com and the newest collection of handbags on the Kate Spade website. She didn’t know which was hotter, Betsey’s coat, Kate’s newest leather shopper, or Adam Levine.
    As she and Adam sang about being in love and standing in the pouring rain, she opened her inbox. Up popped fifty-six pieces of spam, three e-mails from her friends, and a joke of the day from her mother. While she deleted the spam, two more e-mails appeared in her reader’s mail file. She thought about opening them but didn’t. Ninety-nine out of a hundred e-mails she received from readers were perfectly lovely, but she never knew when she would get that one incendiary e-mail capable of ruining her day. The one that questioned her research, comma placement, and her intelligence. Opening reader mail was as risky as going to her post office box. Sometimes there was great stuff in there, and sometimes there were letters from crazy people wanting money or warning her that she was going straight to hell. Which was one of the reasons Lucy only visited her PO box once a month or so.
    Just as she was about to exit her e-mail program, something popped into the account she’d set up for responding to online men. Lucy straightened and lowered her feet to the floor. Mr. Snookums jumped in her lap like a twenty-pound bowling ball, and she reached around him to open the e-mail.

    From: [email protected]
    To: [email protected]
    Lucy,

    I enjoyed talking to you last night while gazing into your sparkling blue eyes. You are very different from the women I’ve met recently. Smart and intriguing. I have always been a sucker for brains and beauty. Meet me for dinner and let me see if I can turn that spark in your eyes into a flame.

    Quinn

    Lucy read the e-mail three times and didn’t know whether to gag or…or be pleased. Which was patently ridiculous. Last night hadn’t been a real date, but even if it had been real, it had turned into a disaster. So why was he asking her out again?
    What was wrong with him?
    Mr. Snookums butted his head into her jaw, and she shoved him out of her lap. The cat hit the floor with a heavy thud, and he let out an angry meow. Lucy was going to turn Quinn down, of