CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHT –SLITE ARGUMENT

Despite her frustration and lingering disquiet over her bizarre evening, Jasmine couldn't help the threadbare chuckle that escaped her at that. "You do realize how utterly doomed your quest of finding me a suitable partner is starting to seem, right?" she remarked with a rueful shake of her head. "You should probably just save yourself the time and energy." "Not a chance, missy," Claire shot back staunchly. "I'm nothing if not determined - I'll hit on a winner for you sooner or later if it kills me!" Jasmine couldn't argue with that level of tenacious loyalty. If nothing else, she mused as she clicked off and pointed her car towards home, Claire's endearingly relentless efforts at least continually provided fodder for wild anecdotes and commiseration over too much wine. As it turned out, Claire's next endeavor arrived only a couple weeks later in the form of Jake - a supposedly mild-mannered fitness instructor she had gotten overly acquainted with at her gym's protein shake bar. "