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the compatibility scores as one to one hundred… Have you ever seen a score higher than ninety?”
    Lisa smiled genuinely. “Only three times.”
    â€œAnd?” Jess’s heart started slamming against her breastbone. Her brain imagined a different slot machine now, one with 3,500 rows, and a single pull that lined up nearly every single cherry.
    For the first time since she walked into the room, Lisa let the hypercompetent surfer-executive façade drop. She looked young, and hopeful, and awestruck: “That’s what gives me the most confidence in this company. Yes, three is a low number, but the couples who’ve tested above ninety are the three couples who’ve scored the highest on emotional stability, communication and collaboration, and sexual satisfaction. They’re Diamond Matches. Do we want more of those? Of course. I mean, the DNADuo has been tested on one hundred and forty thousand people and fully validated innearly twenty thousand couples. That is an enormous study for a start-up of this size, but there are at least five million people on Hinge and an estimated fifty million people on Tinder. Until we can get the whole world of data in our server, we won’t know how many Diamond Matches are really out there.”

FOUR

    F IZZY WAS CALLING.
    Fizzy never called.
    So even though it was 8:13, and Jess was supposed to have Juno at school in two minutes, and had yet to feed her child or have a single sip of coffee, and had a meeting downtown at 9:30, and was barely dressed, she answered.
    â€œYou never call,” Jess said.
    â€œThis app is insane,” Fizzy said.
    Juno ran out, still in her pajamas. “I’m ready for breakfast!”
    Tilting her phone away from her mouth, Jess whispered, “You need to wear actual clothing, my love.”
    Her daughter groaned as she stomped back to her bedroom.
    â€œI’m—” Fizzy said, and then paused. “Okay, good point. This shirt is pretty transparent.” Another pause. “Wait, how did you know what I’m wearing?”
    â€œI was talking to my kid,” Jess said, laughing. “What is this about the app being insane? What app?”
    â€œI’ve gotten twenty-three matches since my DNADuo results came in this morning.”
    Jess did the quick mental math—it’d only been two days since their visit to the site. Either GeneticAlly was insanely efficient, or it wasn’t running many samples these days. She had to admit, begrudgingly, that any company that invested in a unique neural network was taking its data seriously.
    â€œTwenty-three?” She poured a cup of coffee, and Pigeon wound her way between Jess’s legs, purring. Jess made the mistake of briefly looking down at the cat, and her cup overfilled, pooling coffee on the countertop. Cursing, she leaned over to open the front door, letting Pigeon out, then dug in a drawer for a dish towel. “That’s a lot of soulmates.”
    â€œI cast a pretty wide net,” Fizzy agreed. “I said anything above a score of thirteen.”
    â€œThirteen?”
    â€œIt’s fun to just see what happens when you date guys with no expectations.”
    Coffee dripped from the counter onto the floor, soaking through Jess’s lucky socks. “ Goddammit .”
    â€œIt’s just a potentially terrible date, not plastic surgery.”
    â€œI wasn’t goddammitting you, I spilled coffee.”
    â€œThink of it as a character study,” Fizzy waxed on. “What happens when you put two completely incompatible people together? Will they beat the odds? Or come out fighting… each other?” She paused, and Jess imagined her friend reaching for her notebook. A weird alert sounded in the background. “Twenty-four!”
    Juno wandered into the kitchen dressed for school, but her hair remained a bird’s nest. “Mama, can I have a smoothie?”
    â€œBaby, go brush your