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course. And it was my pleasure.”
    Mmmm. He was great. He’d win Maya over.
    * * * *
    “So how was it?” Allison asked the next morning.
    “I think he’s just right.” Kristy reached for the pepper shaker. They were having brunch at a diner near her apartment.
    “Just right for you or just right for Maya?”
    Kristy glared at her. “Maya, of course.”
    Allison pushed the potatoes around on her plate. “Maybe my mind’s going. I spent ten hours working yesterday and—”
    “You work too much.”
    “Perhaps,” Allison said. “Anyway, as I was saying, maybe my mind’s going, but I’m still convinced you like him. You’re more excited when you talk about Grant than you ever were about what’s his face.”
    “Because it’s very exciting that I finally found the right guy for Maya.”
    “Maybe you and Maya have your types mixed up.”
    “Very funny.”
    Allison tapped her temple. “I’m the doctor of chemistry, as I’m continually reminded.”
    * * * *
    “So how was it? Is she there now?”
    Jon, of course, had called the following morning.
    “No, she’s not,” Grant said.
    “Sorry, man.”
    Grant rolled his chair away from the desk. This would probably take a while. “It wasn’t actually a date. She plans to set me up with her friend, and she just wants to get to know me before she does.”
    “But you like Kristy, the woman I talked to for fifteen minutes, right? Not her friend?”
    “Well, I haven’t met her friend yet. But…yes.”
    “She seemed to enjoy all the stories I told her,” Jon said.
    “Thanks for leaving out the details of the snow-fort story.”
    “Don’t worry, man, I got your back.” The bastard started laughing. “Just a moment.”
    “Are you going to—”
    “Hey, Sheila.” Jon may not have been speaking into the phone, but Grant could hear him clearly. “You won’t believe this. It wasn’t even a date!”
    Grant put his palm to his forehead.
    “So what’s the plan?” Jon was back on the phone.
    “I don’t know, exactly. But I’m cooking her dinner on Wednesday.”
    She’d kissed him. Innocently, on the cheek. The sort of kiss with which Europeans greeted each other. But a kiss, nonetheless. She’d even looked mildly embarrassed afterward, so maybe it wasn’t quite innocent. A guy could hope.
    “I’ve got a great recipe for you to make,” Jon said.
    Right. Grant was still on the phone with his brother.

Chapter 3
    “Whitley and Associates,” said an unfamiliar male voice.
    “Does Grant work there?” Kristy paced the sidewalk in front of the dental office, clutching her cell to her ear.
    “Of course. He’s Whitley.”
    Yeah, it was a stupid question. Just to be sure.
    “But he’s not in the office at the moment. Could I take a message?”
    Grant had said he’d be at a meeting in Mississauga that morning, so she’d called his office to talk to one of his employees.
    About what, exactly? Confirm his business was real? There were links to projects on the company website, and nothing raised any red flags.
    “Actually, it was you I wanted to talk to.”
    “I’m Mario. I highly doubt it’s me you want.”
    “What’s he like as a boss?” she asked, although Mario might not be honest with her.
    “Grant? He’s hardly Godzilla. But who’s calling?”
    “You can tell him Kristy called. Thanks, that’s enough.” She didn’t want to weird Mario out any more.
    “It’s enough that he doesn’t terrorize cities?” Mario said. “Really?”
    * * * *
    “Your place looks like it belongs to a serial killer.”
    “Maybe you should reconsider that criminal background check,” Grant said from the kitchen. “May I ask why you say that?”
    Kristy was studying his CD collection, which was just as well organized as his DVD and book collections. The place seemed almost too neat to be lived in, but she suspected he hadn’t cleaned up for her—this was its natural state.
    “Everything’s too perfect. It’s suspicious.”
    “I’ve also been