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then realized what she was doing and gave up in disgust.
    “I have to cancel,” she mumbled, fairly conscious of the fact that she might be overreacting; but damn if she could help it. She drew a few deep breaths and then evaluated the situation. Surely, she could survive a weekend without her magic pills, she reasoned. It wasn’t like she was addicted or anything.
    She laughed and finally stepped into the shower.
    An hour later, she had showered, applied her make up, and performed a miracle on her hair before shimmying into her dress.
    The fact that she was another year older and the dress still fit her perfectly was reason enough to smile.
    “I can do this,” she stated with a forced confidence, grabbed her full-length Berber swing coat, and headed out the door.
     
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    Starr watched her father intently as they waited to be seated for dinner. “Daddy, I’m sorry you lost that lady’s business card,” Starr apologized yet again with her bottom lip turned downward in a genuine frown.
    Daniel looped his arm around his daughter’s shoulders and gave them a gentle squeeze. “Don’t worry about it. It’s not your fault.”
    She nodded, but she didn’t believe it. No way after searching high and low for the perfect woman was Starr going to just give up looking for the woman. Starr wanted to see her father light up again.
    “Besides,” her father added. “It’s not like I have time to be pursuing a relationship right now, anyway.”
    Starr rolled her eyes. That had been his patented answer since she’d started playing matchmaker. She was guessing that it was some kind of defense mechanism-an annoying one.
    “With the practice and taking care of you-”
    “Don’t.” Starr’s gaze challenged him. “Don’t use me as an excuse, Dad. I’m fine. Of course I don’t know for how long if you don’t stop babying me all the time.” The moment the words were out of her mouth, she regretted them.
    Hurt flashed in his eyes as he glanced down at her and allowed his arm to fall from her shoulders.
    “Davis party of three,” the hostess announced above the steady hum of the crowd.
    Daniel, Starr, and Neve worked their way up to the hostess stand where they then followed an attractive woman to their designated table.
    Starr continued to feel worse when her father went out of his way to avoid her gaze again. She glanced over at Neve who, in turn, just shrugged and offered no help. “Dad, I didn’t mean-”
    “Honey, forget about it.” He smiled tightly, but still avoided meeting her gaze. “You’re just saying how you feel.”
    Before Starr could respond, the waitress appeared and went over the night’s specials. While waiting patiently, Starr reviewed in her mind another way to get her point across. As usual, everything always came out the wrong way.
    “I’ll give you a few minutes to review the menu,” their waitress said and strolled off.
    “Dad-”
    “If you girls will excuse me. I’m going to run to the men’s room.” After flashing another plastic smile, he was up and out of his chair before Starr could finish her sentence.
    “One of these days, I’m going to stop putting my foot in my mouth,” she mumbled.
    “Don’t be so hard on yourself,” Neve said, lowering her menu. “You were just giving him a dose of tough love. And we both know that stuff is supposed to be good for us, but its really adults who have the hardest time with it.”
    “You have a point there.” Starr crossed her arms and sat back in her chair. “I just wish we didn’t lose that darn card.”
    “Well, I think it was a sign. I personally didn’t like the looks of that lady.”
    “What was wrong…? You know, never mind.” She waved her hand. “I’m starting to think you’re not as gung-ho about finding a match for my father as you used to be.”
    “That’s not true. I just really think we should be considering my mother. I mean, don’t you want to be sisters?”
    She didn’t know how she did it, but Starr had