“None of them was even your type.” “How do you know my type?” “Were they?” Eve asked, her voice tinged with disbelief. She hooked a thumb in Cree’s direction. “Is he?” “My type?” Kate shook her head. “Yes.” No. Wasn’t that the point? The men she dated were like...like seat-fillers at awards ceremonies. One person vacates and another takes his place. Simple as that.”