Excerpt
Lightning in a Mirror
“If I disappeared tomorrow would you walk into hell to
find me?” Olivia asked.
She did not look up from her phone. She wasn’t supposed to
be on it. The rules of the speed dating event were quite specific about that.
All phones, watches and assorted tech were to be powered down for the evening.
But she had concluded the event was a waste of time, so she had palmed her
phone from her handbag. She was now holding it under the edge of the cocktail
table, where the event coordinator could not see it.
The knee-length burnt orange wool coat she was examining
was stunning, but, sadly, the color was over-the-top for Seattle. Most of the
outerwear on the city’s streets came in shades of gray, black, navy and forest
green. If she were to stroll down Pine Street in a burnt orange coat, she might
as well carry a sign that shouted tourist.
The man who had just sat down on the other side of the
small, round table did not respond to the question. With a sigh, she looked up.
It was obvious from his uncertain expression that he thought she was texting.
“I said, if I disappeared tomorrow would you walk into hell
to find me?” she said.
“Excuse me?” He looked around and then leaned forward. He
lowered his voice. “I think they said that we should turn off our phones.”
“Sorry.” She dropped the phone into her large handbag,
wedging it between her turmeric-yellow wallet and the vintage camera. She took
a closer look at her new date. The name tag stuck on his shirt identified him
as Nathan.
“Hi, Nathan. I’m Olivia,” she said, going for bright and
sparkly. “I’ll repeat my question. If I disappeared tomorrow would you walk
into hell to find me?”
“Uh.” Nathan got a deer-in-the-headlights look.
She recognized the expression. Nathan was rapidly coming to
the conclusion that she was weird. Within the next thirty seconds he would do
what the previous dates had done—excuse himself and take off to find the
restroom, where he would hide out until the bell rang.
It was not Nathan’s fault she had signed up for the Four
Event Success Guaranteed package offered by the speed dating agency. So far
most of the people she had met had been nice. A bit boring—but nice. The
experiment had been a disaster for her, however.
She had purchased the package because it was 20 percent
off. The first event had been a washout, but she had told herself to be
optimistic. You couldn’t expect immediate success. But now she was midway
through the second event and the prospects were looking even more dismal.
“I’m not sure exactly what you mean,” Nathan said.
He did a quick, furtive glance around the room. It didn’t
take any psychic talent to know he was searching for the restrooms
She gave him another shiny smile. “The matchmaker said we
are supposed to ask each other questions. That’s my question.”
“Oh.” Nathan cleared his throat. “Well, uh, I guess it
would, you know, depend.”
At least Nathan was considering his answer, not running for
the restroom. That was promising.
“What would it depend on?” she asked.
“How well I knew you. Whether or not you and I were, you
know, close.”
“And if we were close?” she pressed. “Then would you walk
into hell to find me?”
Panic sparked in Nathan’s eyes. He glanced at the table
where the event coordinator sat. When he realized there was no salvation coming
from that direction, he made a heroic effort to move forward.
“My turn,” he said, bubbling with artificial enthusiasm.
“My question is, where do you like to go on vacation?”
“Hawaii. My turn. If I went missing would you walk into—”
“I guess I’d call your friends first,” Nathan said. He sat
back in the booth, putting a little more distance between them. “See if they
knew where you were. Then, uh, maybe call the cops. Hey, I like Hawaii, too. Do
you snorkel?”
“No.” She leaned forward, closing the space he had just
made. “How hard would you look for me?”
“Well, uh, I’m not an expert when it comes to search and
rescue work. Don’t you need a dog for that?” Nathan shot to his feet. “Excuse
me. Gotta hit the restroom. Be right back.”
And another one bites the dust. No,
that wasn’t right, Olivia thought. I’m the one who just bit
the dust. Again. She realized she didn’t care.
The speed dating experiment was a failure. If she hadn’t bought the Four Event
Success Guaranteed package she would leave right now. But she had made an investment,
and the fine print was firm—no refunds.
From LIGHTNING IN A
MIRROR published by arrangement with Berkley, an imprint of Penguin Random
House LLC. Copyright © 2021 by Jayne Ann Krentz.
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