Chloe showed up the next morning with a notebook and a determined smile.“Okay, operation Find Dad a Date is officially open,” she said, dropping onto my bed like she owned it. “I made a list of possibilities. You’re going to help me narrow it down.”I sat up, hair a mess, still half-asleep. “Chloe, maybe we should wait. He’s dealing with a lot.”“That’s exactly why he needs a distraction.” She flipped the notebook open. “First one—Margaret from the country club. Forty-two, divorced, owns that boutique downtown. What do you think?”I rubbed my eyes. “I don’t know her.”“Second—Sophia. She runs the foundation he donates to. Smart, elegant, never married. Dad already respects her.”My chest felt tight. “Sounds fine.”Chloe looked up. “You’re supposed to help, not just say ‘fine.’ Come on. You’re good at reading people.”I swung my legs over the side of the bed. “I just woke up.”“Coffee’s in the kitchen. Move.”We spent the next hour at the small table going through names. Every time Ch
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