Chapter 11

At lunch, Janet cornered me before I could sit down. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I should’ve given you a better heads-up on Desiree.”

“What for?” I felt the need to defend her, now that I had a bit more confidence it wasn’t awful. “She didn’t do anything I didn’t want her to do.”

Though Janet frowned, she didn’t say another word until we were settled at our usual table. “Turning you into a boy band candidate was not what I had in mind when I said you two should hang out.”

I laughed. “I haven’t heard that one yet today. But seriously, it’s all good. I like Dez.”

“She must like you, too. She asked me to tell you to call her about getting together again.”

“What’s her cell number?”

Janet took my phone and typed it in. “Looks like you’ve got email, by the way,” she said when she handed it back.

As she started to eat, I opened my inbox with a hint of worry. The last thing I wanted was to spark some flame war at Fisher’s blog, but I couldn’t think of why else I’d have new messages.