“Then what is?” I ask, fully aware that if the three of them are answering questions for each other, then this has been a topic of discussion behind my back.

“The goal is to get you to go on dates. At least two dates with two different men within the next two months,” Dekker says, giving me the mother look. You know, the stare that says she’s not budging.

“That’s total bullshit.” I shove my pad of paper away from me. “What will that prove? That I’m not a spinster?”

“You don’t have to get angry,” Brexton grumbles.

“I’m not angry. I’m pissed,” I state, knowing they’re one and the same. “I love that we’re all a close part of each other’s lives, but you don’t get to tell me what to do in my love life. I’m not built like you . . . and while I respect you and your personal decisions, I’d like to think you’d do the same for me and mine.”

We all stare at each other until our father sighs. “On that note . . .”

“We weren’t ganging up on her, Dad. We just want to make sure she’s happy.”

“Happiness is subjective.” I glare.

“This meeting went way off the rails,” he says with an uncomfortable chuckle. “The last thing this father needs to hear about is the sex lives and booty calls of his daughters . . . so let’s call this meeting over and get back to work.”

“You’ve heard worse,” Brexton says with a laugh.

“Why are we talking about me and not Finn Sanderson?” I ask, pulling attention back to work, off me, and on to our rival agent—and my ex-boyfriend.

“You actually want to talk about him? That’s a first.” Lennox snorts.

“Not him per se, but did any of you see the coverage of him fulfilling the Make A Wish kid’s dream to be signed with an agent and an NBA team?” I ask.

“How could we not?” Lennox says. “It’s been on every damn news station, sports channel, and newspaper. It’s maddening.”

“Whoa. Have a heart,” Dekker says, which prompts a sigh from Brexton.

“That came out wrong.” Lennox gives a quick shake of her head. “The story is awesome and heartbreaking all at the same time. It’s just more maddening that Finn is getting all this feel-good PR when we all know the only reason the man took on fulfilling the kid’s wish was for the press it would bring him.”

“Typical Finn,” I say, not really wanting to think about my ex in any capacity.

Brexton’s cell phone rings and she jumps up. “I’ve got to take this,” she says. She presses a kiss to the top of our dad’s head as she walks past him on the way out.