"Well, if he does, let's hope they're both handsome and have wicked tongues," Tiffany said mischievously.

"You are terrible." Ashley giggled. "Okay, I'll admit to being nervous. I just wish I knew a little bit more. I mean, if I have to go out on my own again, I better get moving pretty fast. Eighteen months will go like wildfire, Tiff."

"Look," Tiffany said, "it's Thursday. We should have something late today or tomorrow to tell you. Now I gotta run, sweetie. I open the office in the morning. Have a good day."

Tiffany put the phone down and turned to her husband. "Joe, first thing, you phone Ray. Ashley is very nervous, and she needs to know something about this guy. And frankly, I'm dying of curiosity too."

"I'll call him. I'll call him," her husband said. "How about I call him now? He'll be commuting, and his cell is always on."

"He'll be on the subway," Tiffany protested. "He won't be able to hear a thing."

"Subway? Ray Pietro d'Angelo? Not since he was thirty, babe. He has a car service pick him at his apartment every morning." Joe picked up his own cell and began to dial. "Ray? Joe. You know that client you were telling us about the other night at dinner?… Yeah, the guy who needs to get married. I've got the same situation with a client… Ashley Kimbrough, owner of Lacy Nothings… Yeah, the gift Tiffany brought Rose came from there. She's pretty, thirty-three, rich, successful, and has to get married by thirty-five or she loses everything to some cockamamie group called the Society Seeking Extraterrestrial Life… Yeah, SSEXL." Joe listened a few moments, and then he laughed. "Nah, her grandfather put a clause in the will to satisfy his crazy girlfriend who's into that crap. Now tell me a little more about your client." He listened for several minutes, finally saying, "Sounds to me like he'd be perfect for my client, Ray.