“I’ve never heard of a Flynn Garrett,” Arlene said at last. “Who did you have dinner with last night?” she asked, sounding horrified.
It was too early in the morning for this. “Arlene, I have to go.” McKenna hung up and replayed the scene at the restaurant. She’d just assumed that Flynn was her date. Now that she thought about it, he’d never mentioned the online dating service—and neither had she.
She felt a little foolish. But, then again, no harm had been done. She’d enjoyed dinner and Flynn Garrett.
Unfortunately, she couldn’t help but wonder who this Nate Dempsey was. And why he’d canceled his date with her at the last minute. Arlene said he’d been “so interested” in her?
Not that it mattered, she thought as she gave up on returning to sleep and headed for the shower in an attempt to throw off the remnants of the nightmare she’d been having before Arlene’s phone call. Her legs felt weak as if she really had been running for her life. The dream emerged again. She had a flash of Harper House. It had been dark in the dream. She’d been running away from the house, she thought with a chill, because someone had been chasing her.
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