@page { margin-bottom: 5.000000pt; margin-top: 5.000000pt; } @font-face { font-family: Wingdings } @font-face { font-family: "MS Mincho" } @font-face { font-family: "Cambria Math" } @font-face { font-family: Tahoma } @font-face { font-family: "Book Antiqua" } @font-face { font-family: "Book Antiqua Italic" } @font-face { font-family: "Segoe Script" } @font-face { font-family: Morpheus } @font-face { font-family: Papyrus } @font-face { font-family: "Lucida Handwriting" } @font-face { font-family: "\@MS Mincho" } Chapter One What were the chances? Really? With the sheer number of single males populating the various dating sites the girls had urged her to join, what where the chances Isabel would throw in her parameters and he would show up on her top-ten, most-compatible list? She looked at his picture, a stance so relaxed it almost bordered on cockiness, not sure whether to click on his profile or not. Was there a chance he wouldn’t remember her? She highly doubted that. James, god rest his soul, had paid triple to protect their anonymity.
