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hand for a moment then broke into a white-teethed grin. “I'm devastated that you don't remember me, Katra."
    He hardly looked devastated. In fact, he looked good enough to eat. Not that Katra believed in doing that. At least not on a first date. She wracked her brain but came up empty. “I'm afraid I don't."
    "Derrick Benton. We were in Chemistry together."
    "Derrick saw the announcement about you being teacher of the month in the Morning News ,” her mother gushed. “He said he was too shy to ask you out in high school."
    More good news. He wasn't just some sneaky vulture who'd heard about her lottery winnings. With Minnie for a mother, word would definitely have gotten around.
    "He doesn't look shy any more,” Katra's sister Mona observed. Katra couldn't remember the last time Mona had worn anything but a nightshirt around the house. Now she was wearing a cocktail dress—Katra's only nice cocktail dress—and pearls. The extra fifty pounds Mona carried around made it certain that the dress would be Mona's from now on.
    Mona was right, though. Derrick didn't look shy. Katra didn't have any memory of Derrick being shy in High School either. He'd bounced between cheerleaders starting when he was a freshman.
    "I've been living in Seattle but recently moved back to Dallas,” Derrick explained. “When I saw your name, I thought I would look you up.” He paused a moment. “You look great."
    Yeah, sure. Katra had a sneaking suspicion she smelled like fire and brimstone after her run-in with Jack. She hadn't bothered with makeup since she had planned on spending the day helping Katra clean her storage shed, and her jeans had big rips in the knees and in the seat. Perfect.
    "What were you doing in Seattle?” she asked. If she could just trust her mother and sister for ten minutes, she would run into her room and change. The way Mona looked at Derrick, though, Katra wasn't sure he would survive even five.
    "I worked for a software company.” Derrick smiled. “Microsoft bought them and I ended up without a job and with a pile of money. So I came home. I figured I'd look around and maybe start something myself."
    "Software. I don't remember you being one of the computer jocks at school."
    Derrick laughed easily. “Not programming. That's too much like work. In sales, all you have to do is talk the game. Trust me, I can manage that part."
    Katra didn't doubt it. She also didn't doubt that he must be having second thoughts about his visit about now, what with the trailer park and her mother in a moomoo. A hundred and eighty pounds of Mona vamping like there was no tomorrow could put off even a dedicated boyfriend, let alone someone she barely remembered from high school. Of course, Katra smelling like fire and brimstone only made things worse. “Why don't you wait out here for a couple of minutes while I change. Give me ten minutes and I'll buy you a cup of coffee at Starbucks.
    He cast a quick look at Mona. “Uh, maybe I could wait in your bedroom. You know, talk to you while you changed."
    If she hadn't seen that glance, Katra would have been concerned she had a pervert on her hands. Since she had, she felt only sympathy. Mona could try the patience of a saint. And Derrick definitely didn't look saintly. Thank goodness.
    "All right, I'll change in the bathroom and you can talk to me through the door.” She opened her bedroom door, then wished she'd thought before opening her mouth. Stockings and bras hung drying from every doorknob and yesterday's jeans were still plopped at the foot of the bed where she'd dropped them before collapsing last night.
    She took a deep breath. Well, no point in hiding the real Katra from Derrick. Sooner or later he'd discover who she really was. “The place is a mess but if you can stand it, you're welcome."
    Derrick didn't seem disgusted. He looked around, his gray eyes taking in everything in the room as if he was a cop or something rather than a software sales guy.
    "Sit on the bed,”