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like hours but was only minutes. Probably seconds. “That sounds good.”
    They reached the other side of the street. “Great.”
    A bus pulled to the curb, the brakes squealing as it rolled to a stop. The door opened.
    “Are you sure you don’t want to take a taxi?” he asked.
    “Thanks, but I’m comfortable taking the bus.” She started removing his coat. “Your jacket—”
    “Keep it,” he said. “You don’t want to get cold. Give it back to me on Friday.”
    She stepped onto the bus and glanced back at him. “Thanks for everything.”
    Bryce hated to see her go. “You never know who you’ll run into on Muni. E-mail me when you get home, if you get the chance.”
    “Will do.” She smiled down at him. “Bye.”
    A disturbing feeling settled in the bottom of his stomach. “Goodnight, Dani.”
     
    An hour later, Bryce stared at his laptop monitor. No e-mail from Dani yet. He’d even checked to see if she’d logged into the Web site. She hadn’t.
    His fingers tensed over the keyboard.
    Maybe he should call her. She’d listed her phone number when she’d registered for the site. And then he remembered. Blinddatebrides.com had her number. Not him.
    He glanced at the clock.
    What was taking Dani so long to get home?
    Worry seemed premature. Still…
    Bryce should have called a cab for her, but he hadn’t been thinking straight. Not since he’d met Dani for coffee…
    Had it only been yesterday?
    He felt as if he’d known her longer.
    Still, his interest in her made zero sense given what he knew about her and what he didn’t.
    Yes, Dani was pretty, but she wasn’t the most beautiful woman he’d ever met. Tonight she’d worn her hair in a ponytail, but had bypassed the makeup again. He liked the fresh-faced natural look. And that subtle perfume of hers—vanilla with a hint of something else, something exotic—smelled so good. He wouldn’t mind waking up to that scent on his pillow.
    But cyberspace was full of players and liars. Dani had said so herself. And thieves and spies, he reminded himself. Was she one of them?
    Bryce didn’t think so.
    He recalled her look of surprise when she’d first seen him at the restaurant. Her smile had told him she’d been relieved and happy. Not even an award-winning actress could fake the kind of sincerity she’d shown tonight.
    Dani was probably a timid dater. Okay, she had been able to take care of Gymguy on her own, but he couldn’t imagine her as a scammer or spy, in spite of what she’d said. Taken out of context, almost anything could sound suspicious. And that made his motives for following her seem suspect.
    Still, he would remain cautious.
    He couldn’t forget his responsibility in all this—make sure no one caused trouble on the Web site. Blinddatebrides.com was his priority. No getting sidetracked allowed.
    The phone rang. The only person he wanted to talk to didn’t have his number. Bryce noticed the name on the caller I.D. Caitlin. She wouldn’t call at this hour without a reason.
    Bryce snatched up the receiver. “Hey, sis. What’s going on?”
    “Mother doesn’t want Father to bring his newest girlfriend to the engagement party.” Caitlin sniffled as if she’d been crying. “And she wants me to be the one to tell him. If I do that, he might not come. He might not win any father of the year awards, but I want him there, Bryce.”
    The crack in his sister’s voice squeezed his heart. The ripples from their parents’ divorce hadn’t lessened over the years. He still remembered the years of yelling, screaming and breaking things that had led up to their split. “Don’t worry. By the time the party rolls around, the girlfriend will probably be his new wife.”
    “That’s what I told Mother,” Caitlin said. “She got even more upset. You’d think, after twenty-some years apart, with almost a dozen marriages between them, they’d be able to get over it.”
    Bryce stepped around a stack of newspapers he needed to take out to the