“So?”
“Soooooo, I just thought you might like to know that piece of information.”
“Why would I care about some stranger’s shopping habits?”
“Why are you stalking his business page?”
This batting back and forth is pointless. A part of me knows that Lucy won’t stop until she has some sort of answer to scratch that itchy curiosity of hers. So, I decide to give her something.
“I met him at the Amtrak station.” I finally c***k. “Then all of the sudden, out of nowhere, he shows up at that conference center, and I watch him propose to some girl that looks exactly like me.”
Lucy’s eyes widen and her lips part as she listens. She’s clearly intrigued. I’m not surprised at all to the fact that she’s instantly formulated a plan . . . for me.
“You know what this means, right?”
“No. But, I have
