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watched Allana, whose eyes were still focused on me,
waiting for an answer. “Everything okay?” Lily asked.
    “Yes,” Allana replied.
    “Okay, I’ll be in the living room if you need me.” She
walked away. “Thanks for all your help.”
    She leaned closer to me and a wave of her scent hit me,
coconut and maybe a hint of almonds, leaving me in a euphoric state. “Who told
you my name is Allana?”
    “I don’t remember,” I said, raising my hand in a carefree
manner. “You must have told me last summer.”
    “I introduce myself as Ally.” She narrowed her eyes.
    “Why? I like the way Allana flows.”
    “Ally is more approachable than Allana. It sounds like
someone high-maintenance. A drama queen.”
    “I think it fits you well,” I countered. Great, now I was
sticking my foot in my mouth. “Not because you’re high-maintenance,” I
clarified, “but because you’re beautiful.”
    “Okay, Mike,” she said, unconvinced. “You’re smooth, I’ll
give you that. But I recognize bullshit when I see it. What’s the real story?”
    Busted. What could I come up with next to cover it up? I
scanned my brain for something, anything, and came up with zip. Rather than
digging myself into a deeper trench, I decided to go with the truth.
    “I looked you up online using a reverse address search.”
    “What?” Her mouth opened in a wide O. “That seems kind of
cyber stalker-ish.”
    “No!” I protested. “It’s just using technology. That’s what
it’s there for. So we can find information.”
    “So what did you do—Google me?”
    I cocked my head and spoke in a posh English accent. “As a
matter of fact, I did not.”
    She peered at me with suspicion.
    “It’s true. I may be no good at relationships, but I do like
the old-fashioned way of getting to know people through a normal progression,
not getting an information dump online.”
    She continued to stare at me as if I were an animal she was
trying to decide was cute or dangerous. Couldn’t I be a little of both?
    I added, “Do you have deep, dark secrets you’re afraid I’ll
uncover?”
    She laughed, her guarded expression softened. A good sign.
“Hardly. If you searched for me, all you’ll get is a bunch of results with
yoga, Pilates and fitness tips. You, on the other hand, are all over the
Internet. The Velvet Cocks website for one.”
    “We created that ourselves,” I said, pumping my chest out.
    “Social media,” she continued, counting on her fingers.
“Lord knows how many fan sites.”
    “Cyber stalk much?” I teased with what I hoped was a boyish
grin. “What’s out there is limited to what we want the public to know about us.
All you’d discover is I’m a software engineer who can play guitar.”
    She cocked an eyebrow. “Are you saying there’s more to you
than that?”
    “I don’t know you well enough to divulge my secrets.” I
leaned in closer, her delicious scent filling my nostrils. “But I might like
to.”
    She tried to stifle a smile, but it escaped and dazzled me.
She shook her head. “I knew you didn’t remember my name.”
    “It’s not because I forgot you in particular. I never
remember names. I’m a numbers guy. If you’d given me your phone number, I would
still remember it.”
    “Well, it’s just as I expected.” She ran her hands over her
dress to smooth out any wrinkles. My eyes followed the path of her hands. “So
I’m not surprised.”
    “What does that mean?”
    “You’re a rock star who sleeps around. Can’t expect you to
remember every one-night stand.”
    I dropped the smile and caught her eye. “I remember every
detail of that night. You have two cats, an orange tabby and a gray one, and a
tank full of angelfish. You told me how you loved animals and wanted a house
full of them one day. You wished your landlord would allow dogs. You poured us
two glasses of Merlot, which we barely touched before stumbling into your bedroom.
Your room was painted light-blue, but with one yellow