âThatâs not going to happen.â
Montana wasnât big on confrontation, Dakota thought. She turned to Nevada. âHow are things with you?â
âGood. The same.â Her sister shrugged. âIâm in a rut.â
âHow can you say that?â Montana asked. âYou have a great job, youâve always known what you want to do.â
âI know. Iâm not saying I want to stop being an engineer and take up pole dancing, but sometimesâ¦â She sighed. âI donât know. I think my life needs to be shaken up a little.â
Dakota smiled. âWe could always set Mom up on a date. That would be a distraction.â
Both her sisters stared at her.
âMom date?â Montana asked, her eyes wide. âHas she said anything?â
âNot seriously, but sheâs vibrant and attractive. Why wouldnât she date?â
âIt would be weird,â Montana said.
âOr uncomfortable.â Nevada picked up her drink. âShe would probably find a guy in fifteen seconds. I canât remember the last time I was on a date.â
âThatâs what I thought, too,â Dakota admitted. âBut donât you think one of us should be successful at the dating thing?â
âYou donât see the humiliation of that person being our mother?â Nevada asked.
Dakota grinned. âThere is that.â
Montana shook her head. âNo. She canât. What about Dad?â
Dakota studied her. âItâs been over ten years since he died. Doesnât she deserve a life?â
âDonât get all logical and therapist-y on me. Iâm very comfortable not being the mature one.â
âThen you shouldnât worry. We were just joking about it.â As a way to release tension, Dakota thought sadly. As a distraction from the truth about her inability to have children.
âShe didnât sign up for the show, did she?â Nevada asked. âNot that I wouldnât support her if she did.â
âNo, she didnât.â
âThank God.â Nevada leaned back in her chair. âSpeaking of the show, when do they announce the contestants?â
âTomorrow. Theyâve already made their casting decisions, but theyâre not telling anyone in advance. I think theyâre broadcasting live or something. Iâm trying to stay out of it as much as I can.â
âWill Finn be there?â Montana asked.
âNearly every day.â
Montana raised her eyebrows. âThat will keep things interesting.â
âIâm sure I donât know what you mean,â Dakota said lightly. âHeâs a nice man, nothing more.â
Nevada grinned. âYou expect us to believe that?â
âYes, and if you donât, I expect you to pretend.â
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A URELIA DID HER BEST to tune out the rant as she carefully put dishes into the dishwasher. The tirade was a familiar one. That Aurelia was a terrible daughter, selfish and cruel, who cared about no one but herself. That her mother had cared for her for years so it wasnât wrong to expect a little support and comfort in her old age.
âIâll be gone soon,â her mother declared. âIâm sure youâre counting the days until Iâm dead.â
Aurelia turned slowly to face the woman who had raised her on a secretaryâs salary. âMama, you know thatâs not true.â
âSo Iâm a liar?â her mother demanded. âIs that what you tell people?â Her motherâs face crumpled. âIâve only ever loved you. Youâre the most important person in my life. My only child. And this is the thanks I get?â
As always, Aurelia couldnât quite follow the train of the argument. She was clear on the fact that sheâd messed upâshe always messed up. No matter what she did, she was a constant disappointment. Much like her father, who had abandoned both his wife and