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at her photo. She was a beauty. More clicks. Ah, she’d been corresponding with someone else, Craig Dawson. Cole filed that for future reference in case Joe needed to know it.
     Eventually, Cole clicked into another profile—as he did routinely after checking out his site. And there she was. Beautiful Elizabeth Montgomery. For a minute, he took joy in her photo. Auburn hair. Hazel eyes. A killer smile. Shit, she was emailing with two more guys. He didn’t like that one bit. Maybe he’d delve into the questionnaire that his psychologist had used to make up her profile. He’d avoided doing that before, but he’d been checking her out for weeks, and what harm could it do? Most of the information was on the public profile.
    She was forty-four, had two kids, both grown, one married with a child Ellie’s age, one a pilot for a private company. She’d had them by the time she was twenty. Hmm, he’d missed the last tidbit. She’d been just out of her teens.
    He knew she was a widow, but he flipped forward and found the private questions Sabrina Jenkins, his psychologist, asked that didn’t necessarily show on the public profile. Yep, for What’s the worst thing that’s happened to you? she’d answered, Peter’s death. I’ll always love him. So she was a grieving widow. After five years!
    He’d already read what she wanted out of life. She’d answered, A man who shares my interests, values, future plans. In the private section, she’d mentioned Peter’s age— hell, he was fifteen years older than she was. And she added, Max, five years older than me for concerns about dating, which again weren’t published.
    Well, she didn’t say she wouldn’t go younger . But eleven years? Who was he kidding? She’d never go for him. He had to stop this silly fixation on her.
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    Dana headed to her Wednesday morning yoga class, grateful for the opportunity to access the peace and serenity that her practice always brought her. Though she was still ecstatic about the award the studio had won and the media coverage her business had gotten this week, she’d been unable to banish her wish to share the joy with Joe. And that led her to thinking about him more.
    Bright Sky Yoga would help blank her mind and give her some peace. They offered regular yoga instruction as well as classes for the disabled. People with spinal cord injuries, amputated legs and crush injuries were in this class of twelve. As she wheeled into the cavernous room with wood ceilings, walls and floor, she smiled. It had been a big step (pardon the pun) for her to seek out this activity because of how much she used to be able to do with her body, but even the limited range of ability brought her better health and contentment.
    “Good morning, Dana,” the instructor, Eleanor, said. “Nice to see you.”
    “Good to be here.” She rolled to the far side of the studio. Several people had arrived and the assistants were already helping them into their warm-up positions. Sometimes the group stayed in the chairs—wheel or otherwise—but Dana liked when Eleanor pushed them out of their comfort zone and got them onto mats. And though Dana hated needing assistance with anything, she smiled when Tom came over.
    “So, what is it today, beautiful? Chair or mat first for warm-ups?”
    “Mat.”
    Encircling her shoulders with a strong arm, Tom lifted her from the side and eased her down onto the floor. She stretched out flat, and Tom slid the bolster under her knees. Putting on an eye mask she carried in her bag, she tried to get in the zone through savasana. She concentrated on her breathing, in and out, in and out, and managed to keep Joe Moretti out of her mind.
    After ten minutes, Tom returned. “I can get to the sitting position myself,” she reminded him.
    “I know. I just like to watch you.” He winked at her. Rolling to her side, she managed to raise up on her hands and sit. Pulling on her yoga pants, she tugged her legs into an altered lotus position.