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Just decent IT support and industry standard software security. This was way out of her league.
    She opened the bedroom door. Both dogs were lounging on the spare bed, grinning, tongues lolling. Hmm. They seemed fine now. Maybe they were getting senile in their old age…at four and seven…?
    Lizzie suddenly realized she’d forgotten about Kenna. She frowned, confused and surprised that Kenna hadn’t called by now. Weird. But more importantly, what was she going to tell her when she did call? Crap. With Lizzie’s luck today, her friend was probably driving over right now.
    She picked up her cell, scrolling to find her sent texts. Dang. She’d mentioned both a man and the book. Two topics sure to get Kenna fired up. Lizzie really didn’t think well on her feet. She’d wanted to have a backup plan but hadn’t intended to drag Kenna into her magical mess. She also wasn’t thrilled about giving Kenna a convenient subject for her match-making schemes. Kenna would just love John. Lizzie sighed and made a mental note: Improve split second decision-making skills. She had no idea how one did that, but it seemed a good goal.
    Maybe she could s till catch Kenna before she left. Fudging on the phone was so much easier than in person. She scrolled to her favorites and dialed.
    “ Kenna! I’m so glad I caught you. You can ignore my text.” Her voice was breathy, and she was speaking quickly. Stop. Breathe . She was such a horrible fibber.
    “What text? I just hopped out of the tub. I absolutely love it. That bathroom remodel was the best money I ever spent.” Kenna hummed her pleasure over her wickedly decadent whirlpool tub.
    If she’d been soaking for the last half hour or more, then she’d missed the text. Good news for Lizzie. She wasn’t ready to explain John yet. Maybe she could avoid it until later?
    “ Uh, I texted earlier. But no big deal—I took care of it.” She cringed. She’d have to do better than that.
    There was some background noise as Kenna put her on speaker. Shoot.
    Silence, then, “What guy? And the book?” Clearly, she’d read the text.
    Lizzie stopped, screwed up her face and thought— a story, any story… Nope . She had nothing. No good thinking on her feet. Not even a little.
    “ I guess I can’t really use you as backup, not without spilling.”
    Kenna made a tiny sound that sounded a lot like a snort. “No, you cannot.”
    “I didn’t invite him in; we stayed on the porch,” she said, her tone a little defensive. She felt like she was justifying her decision to talk to the guy. She really didn’t need to do that. She lightened her tone. “He knows something about the book. That’s all I know. He gave me his card, and we’re supposed to meet tomorrow. In a public place. Some weird guy I’ve never met knocks on my door—I didn’t want to linger on my porch for hours chatting.”
    And she’d managed not to mention how completely fine he was. Good job!
    “So how old was this guy?” Kenna asked. Clearly the conversation was moving in the wrong direction.
    “ No clue. We were talking about other things, Kenna.”
    “Hm m,” was all she said. She was clearly suspicious that important information was being omitted. Kenna had a nose for omission and verbal loopholes.
    Before she started digging any more, especially about the meeting tomorrow, Lizzie said, “Gotta run! Talk later?” And with that, Lizzie gratefully hung up.
    Skipping over John’s details was the right choice. She knew Kenna would push her to “be more available” when she found out John was good looking, possibly single, and in Lizzie’s vicinity. Although—was he single? She had the impression he was. Why was that? Then she remembered—no ring. She never noticed details like that. Odd that she’d noticed, and even more so that she’d remembered.
    Back to the point. She reminded herself that she didn’t want Kenna shoving her at any man. Even smoking hot ones. Really.
    Lizzie breathed a sigh of relief.