The Scott sisters were so lucky to have me. My productivity level was astounding. By lunchtime, I'd found West Adler's Facebook page, his Instagram account, and every newspaper article written about him or his family since the birth of the internet. What else was a single girl to do in the digital age besides use the company Wi-Fi to cyberstalk the fourth-ranked most eligible bachelor in all of Music City according to The Nashville Scene?

West Adler was thirty-three.

Never married.

A graduate of Belmont with a master's degree in business.

He was a philanthropist. A benefactor of not one, but two children's hospitals, the performing arts, a rehab center for girls, the local women's roller derby team...

A roller derby team?

When I read the words again, a black-and-white movie reel flickered on in my brain. Women in short shorts and knee-high socks skated around a wooden bowl the size of my apartment, shoving and knocking each other out of the way. They all had tattoos. They all had Bettie Paige bangs adorned with Rosie the Riveter bandanas.

I searched the internet for the Nashville roller derby.

Employee of the Year, right here.

Founded in 2008, the Music City Rollers is an all-female, non-profit, skater-governed roller derby league in Nashville, Tennessee. We are dedicated to training up strong, independent female athletes who value character over appearance and integrity over winning. We are an inclusive league comprised of women with diverse backgrounds and skill sets who are committed to excellence on and off the roller derby track. The final home game of the season is Saturday, August 22 at the Municipal Auditorium...

I looked at the calendar beside my phone. The twenty-second was tomorrow. When I turned back to the screen again, my eyes fell on the logo for Adler Construction. They were the first listed sponsor. Maybe it was a sign.

I nibbled on my fingernail, then picked up my phone and texted Olivia again.

Do you have plans tomorrow?

When she didn't answer right away, I turned back to my screen and clicked the link for Adler Construction. The company website popped open in a new browser window, and vivid photos of high-rise buildings filled my screen. They were set against a stark white background, and the "heart and mission" of the company was described in a crisp sans font. God knows this love affair might have ended before it began had I stumbled onto animated GIFs and Comic Sans.

But there were zero pictures of West on the entire site. I checked. Every page.

My phone buzzed.

Olivia: I'm having a threesome with a bag of Cheetos, a carton of rocky road, and the final season of Sons of Anarchy.

Me: Did you know Nashville has a women's roller derby team?

Olivia: Yeah. A girl I went to college with plays.

Me: I want to go.

Olivia: Have fun.

Me: Go with me!

Olivia: I'm busy.

Me: You just said you're staying home to watch TV.

Olivia: That's important business.

Me: :-(

Olivia: Don't sad-emoticon me. It's my only Saturday off this month.

Me: Please go with me.

Olivia: Fine. But you're buying.

Me: Deal.

Olivia: Why the sudden interest?

Me: It might be about a guy...

Olivia: Ugh. I changed my mind. I'm staying home.

Me: :-(

Olivia: You know it's an all-girl sport, right? If you're trying to get a date there, it'll have to be with a woman.

Me: That's your department...hey, maybe we can find YOU a date.

Olivia: Good point. I'm back in.

Me: I'll see you tonight.

Olivia: I'm closing. I'll see you in the morning.

I put my phone down and turned back toward the computer. It was time to put cute bachelors out of my mind and get back to work. But the Music City Rollers still lit up my screen. And they were almost as distracting as West Adler.

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Have you ever been to a roller derby bout? I'd love to hear in the comments!