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should choose a more secure code. Never know what brand of crazy can get into your phone.”
    Jess raised a wry eyebrow. “You don’t say.”
    Fizzy turned the screen to face her. “It’s red. What does that mean?”
    â€œWhat’s red?” Jess’s amusement at the situation was fading, quickly replaced by the realization that her DNADuo app had just pinged her with an alert.
    She’d excluded matches below seventy percent.
    She had a Platinum or higher match.
    She suddenly understood Fizzy’s desire to dip a toe in the soulmate waters rather than dive headfirst. Jess wasn’t ready. She wasn’t even sure she was curious.
    â€œThe thing,” Fizzy said, pointing aggressively. “The little—circle notification thing over the app icon that means you have a result!”
    The prospect of making a decision based on a numerical score made Jess immediately tired. She took her phone back, tempted to delete the app along with whatever impulse had told her to spit in that vial in the first place. “Is red bad?”
    â€œAll of mine are green,” Fizzy explained. “Whether it’s a compatibility score of twelve or thirty-one, the match notifications have been green.”
    Okay, if the match notifications were green, at least Jess knew a potential soulmate wasn’t just casually hanging out in her inbox. “Might I suggest your intensity about this is now at an eleven?”
    Fizzy shot back: “To my romance-loving heart, this app is the most fascinating game ever. Humor me.”
    â€œMost likely it means there was something wrong with my sample,” Jess said, relief expanding in her. “I did it after I brushed my teeth, and it says to wait an hour after eating or drinking anything before spitting.” She put her phone back on the table, screen-side down. “I’ll deal with it later.”
    She should’ve known better. “Uh. Nope.” Fizzy immediately handed the phone back to her. “I want to know what red means.”
    â€œIt’s my birthday, and I can ignore it if I want to.”
    Fizzy shook her head. “What’s a better birthday gift than a soulmate?”
    With a sigh, Jess clicked on the DNADuo icon. No notifications under the tab labeled Compatibility Scores, but she did have a small red bubble indicating a new message. Jess’s eyes quickly scanned the words, but her brain was slow to process them. Starting over, Jess read it slowly, word by word, even though there were only eight of them: Please call our office at your earliest convenience.
    â€œWhat does it say?”
    Jess handed the phone over. “It’s from GeneticAlly. I need to call them at my earliest convenience. That’s weird. Isn’t that weird? Like, why not just tell me another sample kit is required?”
    Fizzy read it, frowning. “They sent it in your app inbox, so you can reply, right? Let’s just ask what this is about.” Instead of handing the phone back, she did it herself, dictating each word as she typed. “May—I—ask—what—this—is—concerning?” Fizzy stared at the screen, and after only a few seconds, her brows shot up excitedly. “Someone’s typing back!”
    Meanwhile, Jess’s stomach was crawling into her throat. She already hated how intense it all felt; this was way too much investment and expectation for something she’d done on impulse in a crappy mood. “I’m sure it’s just a sample thing, just—”
    â€œShh.”
    â€œFizz,” Jess said, “just give me my phone. I don’t care about any of—”
    Fizzy held up a hand. “They’re typ—Oh.” Her brows furrowed. “Okay, you’re right. This is weird.”
    She handed the phone back, and Jess’s stomach twisted as she read the note.
    Do you mind coming in? it said. We’ll send a car.
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    THEY’D SEND A car