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“Shut up.”

“What? You are,” she replies, her eyes never leaving the screen. “And finding someone to hookup with is the purpose of the Finder app.” Five minutes later she holds my phone up in front of me. “Bam! One sexy bitch has a Finder profile.”

I grab her hand, pulling it closer. There I am in color on the screen. “Change the picture.”

She draws her hand back, clutching my phone to her chest. “No way. That’s a great picture of you.”

“I’m in a bikini.”

“Hey, I used your best pic on your phone.”

“Best for what? Looking for a hookup?”

“Yes. Isn’t that what you’re hoping for?”

I shift in my seat. “Yes. No. Maybe?”

It would be nice to meet someone who would be interested in getting together each week for some steamy sex. But the idea of meeting a man on an app is disconcerting.

Sheryl slides my phone across the table to me. “You have a profile if you decide to use it. Your password is Ineedsex69.”

I laugh. “That should be easy to remember.”

“You can update your profile information, but you’re not allowed to change your picture,” she says sternly.

“Yes, Mom.”

“I turned your notifications on, so if you’re on the app, you’ll see who’s matching with you in real time.”

“Oh, thank God,” I jest.

She laughs. “I can’t wait to see who connects with you.”

“Me too,” I say, feeling equal parts curiosity and trepidation. I’ve never used a dating app before and never planned to. But, hey, desperate times call for desperate measures. I just hope something good comes from taking a chance. And by something good, I mean orgasms—delivered by someone other than myself.

CHAPTER 2

TREY

“Mom, everything is delicious,” I say while scooping up another forkful of pot roast and red-skinned mashed potatoes.

She smiles. “Thank you. I tried a new recipe.”

“I’ll have to get it from you before I leave,” Terry, my sister-in-law, joins in from across the table.

“What if I don’t like it?” my brother, Phil, asks.

Terry turns to glance at his almost empty plate.

“Yeah, that’s not gonna be a problem.”

“Phil, have I ever made something you didn’t like?” Mom sounds hurt.

Before he can reply, I jump in for the save. “No, Mommy, never.” Everyone laughs.

It’s a long-standing family joke that, as the oldest, Phil is my mom’s favorite.

“I like everything you make too, Gram,” my daughter, Gwen, proclaims with a smile.

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