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Authors: Leeanna Morgan

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Holly opened it to the first page. “This is amazing. Did Molly O’Donaghue take the photos?”

Mia nodded. “We were lucky. She had a couple of days between assignments and was able to fit us into her schedule. People would buy a copy of the catalog just for her photographs.”

She looked at the next few pages. The painting that Mia had been working on was featured in the center of the catalog. It was one of Holly’s favorites. Dark purple swirls of color mixed with burnt orange and emerald green created an abstract view of the Bridger Range. It was the kind of painting she could look at for hours. “The photo of your canvas looks incredible.”

Mia blushed. “Thank you. It photographed really well.”

“It photographed really well because it’s a beautiful painting. How’s the next one in the series?”

“It’s taking a lot longer than the first one. At the rate I’m going I’ll only have one painting ready for the auction.”

“You could always take some time off work?”

Mia shook her head. “Definitely not going to happen. We’re short of staff. The head of the art department doesn’t want any of his teaching assistants taking time off work. Are you okay? You look a little unhappy.”

Holly took a deep breath. “I’m fine. Tell me about the auction. Have you had any inquiries from other artists wanting to donate their work?”

Mia looked at her closely. “The answer is yes, but I’m worried about you. Have you heard from Rourke lately?”

Holly bit her lip. She wanted to forget her ex-boyfriend, almost fiancé — and the reason she’d left New York. “He called last night to say he was getting married. I told him not to bother contacting me again.”

“Good for you. You deserve someone better than him.”

Holly sent Mia a wobbly smile. “I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t called the day after we broke up.”

Mia reached across the table and squeezed Holly’s hand. “That’s what friends are for. Rourke would sell his grandmother to the highest bidder if he thought he could make a profit. You don’t need someone like that in your life.”

“You’re right. Next time a tall, dark, handsome investment banker comes along I’m going to ask him to complete a pop quiz about his personality. It’s got to be better than second-guessing myself all the time.”

“It was your subconscious telling you what an idiot he was. Next time you need to listen to the voice screaming inside your head.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Mia blew on the top of her drink. “We’ve got more important things to discuss than Rourke. Right now, fifteen artists are going to be featured in our auction. I’m not sure it’s the best idea we’ve ever had, but it should raise a lot of money for Tommy’s operation.”

“It’s a brilliant idea. I’m sure Tommy’s family will be grateful for any help we can give them.”

“Were you able to see his parents yesterday?”

“I did better than that. I saw Tommy, too. He’s such a cute baby. If I didn’t know he had a life-threatening condition, I wouldn’t be able to tell. His skull only looks a little misshapen.”

“What did their specialist say?”

Holly leaned closer to Mia. “The good news is that he’ll probably only need one operation. The bad news is that they can’t book a date until their finances are in place.”

“Don’t worry. The auction is going to be a success.”

Holly hoped so. For Tommy’s family’s sake she wanted to raise enough money to cover most of his medical expenses.

Mia picked up the catalog. “You missed Claire and Hannah’s paintings. People have already been making inquiries about them.”

Holly looked at the pages Mia had found. Two big, bold, oil paintings stared back at her. She remembered the first time she’d met the two sisters. Six months ago she’d started the Bozeman Art Collective with Mia. Other artists had joined them including Claire and Hannah. They met most weeks, sharing their painting techniques and enjoying each other’s company.

“You haven’t looked at your painting.” Mia turned the page to the photo of Holly’s canvas. “Granddad thinks it could sell for more than fifteen thousand dollars.”

“Nick is biased. He’s selling my paintings in his gallery.

“He’s seventy-three years old. He knows an incredible painting when he sees it.”

Holly ran a critical eye over the photograph. “I hope it sells for a good price.”

The café’s doorbell jingled and Mia looked over Holly’s shoulder. “Claire and Hannah have arrived. Wait here while I order them a hot chocolate each.”

Claire sat down beside Holly. “Another artist wants to join our group, but that’s not the most exciting news we have.”

“Wait until Mia gets back from the front counter,” Claire said. “She’s nearly finished.”

Holly looked at each sister. “You haven’t quit your jobs have you?”

Claire laughed. “Not this time. The retirement village wouldn’t be the same without us.”

“This is more exciting than our jobs,” Hannah said. “It could change our lives forever.”

Mia arrived at their table with two cups of hot chocolate. “What could change our lives?”

Claire glanced at her sister before replying. “Men. For all of us.”

Holly’s mouth dropped open. “What have you done?”

“Nothing yet.” Hannah pulled a newspaper out of her oversized tote bag. “Claire saw this advertisement in today’s Bozeman Chronicle. Someone’s looking for single men and women to trial a new computer program. It’s supposed to match you with the love of your life.”

Holly leaned forward and read the small advertisement. “You’ve got to be joking?”

Claire and Hannah shook their heads.

“We’re all single,” Hannah said, “and we’re not getting any younger. If we want to meet someone special, we need to try something different.”

Claire nodded. “It’s better than singles night at the bar or speed dating at the library.”

Mia read the advertisement. “It sounds like fun. You can count me in.”

Holly stared at her friend. “You told me you’re happy being single.”

“That doesn’t mean I don’t want to meet someone amazing.”

“But a computer won’t find you someone amazing. It will find someone who’s the closest match to the person you think will be amazing.”

“It’s the same thing,” Hannah insisted. “At least this way you know you’ll have at least one thing in common.”

Holly sipped her hot chocolate. “Answering an advertisement doesn’t count as having something in common. A computer can’t choose the perfect person for you. Who’s to say the person you’re matched with isn’t a criminal or someone with a disturbing past?”

“Some of the guys I meet in bars are already disturbed.” Hannah’s smile turned to a frown. “We have to be quick if we want to be part of the trial. Registrations close tomorrow.”

Holly couldn’t believe anyone would want to apply. “It could be dangerous.”

“Maybe in New York,” Claire said, “but not in Bozeman. We could all register.”

Holly shook her head. “Not me. You can sell your soul to a computer program if you want to, but I’d rather be single.”

Mia nudged Holly’s arm. “What if you met the love of your life? It wouldn’t be so dangerous then. If someone’s found a way to match people with their perfect partner, the program would be worth a fortune.”

“It might be worth a fortune to the developer, but I’m still not doing it.”

Mia gave Hannah back her newspaper. “You shouldn’t let Rourke scare you off men, Holly. What if this was the best chance you had of meeting someone who loved art and music? Someone who appreciated who you are and bought lots of expensive gifts to make you happy?”

Claire grinned at Mia. “I want one of those perfect men. Come on, Holly. If you don’t like the person you’re matched with, don’t go out with him. What have you got to lose?”

“My sanity. And before you think of another ten reasons why I should add my name to the trial, my answer’s still no.”

Hannah sighed. “Is that a definite no or a possible no?”

“Definite,” Holly said firmly before Claire or Mia tried to change her mind. “We need to talk about how we’re going to promote the auction. Does anyone have any ideas?”

Hannah pulled her iPhone out of her pocket. “Just one. If I’m going to concentrate on the auction I need to register for the trial first. I’ve got a good feeling about this.”

Claire and Mia didn’t need any encouragement to follow Hannah. Before Holly could blink, all of her intelligent and creative friends were filling in the online registration form.

She just hoped Hannah’s good feeling was better than the last one she’d had.