Page 31 of The Love Hoax

Evie says, “If we don’t commit the details to memory, it’s worth nothing. Looking at our phones to answer basic questions will be the kiss of death. They’ll figure it out in the first ten minutes of meeting me. Didn’t you say your sister works for the FBI?”

I nod. “You’re right. Don’t know what I was thinking.” I put my phone away.

“Looks like I’m better suited as a con artist than you are.”

The prettiest con artist ever. “There’s tons to memorize about each other.”

“Then we better get moving.”

“I’ll start. Ready for the rapid fire round?”

“Bring it on.”

I lean in, energized. “Birthday?”

“October fifth.”

“Leo, then?”

“Yep. You?” Evie asks.

“December thirtieth. Capricorn.” I say. “Siblings?”

“Sister in Toronto. Five years younger. Podiatrist. Married, two teenagers.”

“Hmm. Okay, hobbies... other than hiking or knocking off your hikingpartner?”

“Tennis, crosswords . . . pool.” She grins then asks, “Breakfast?”

“Froot Loops.”

“Seriously?”

I nod, getting a kick out of her amused reaction. “Pizza or sushi?”

“Always sushi.”

“Serious boyfriends?” I ask, tentatively.

Evie gives me a look. “They’ll ask me that?”

I redden a bit. “No, that’s mine.”

She’s holding back a smile. “Just two, the second being my ex.”

“Can you elaborate?”

“Only if you’ll reciprocate.”

Evie takes my pause as agreement.

“Okay, well, My first boyfriend was Ronaldo. We met in college. He was an exchange student from Rome.”

“Sounds exotic.”

“I have to admit, it was the most passionate, exciting relationship of my life. We dated through our Junior year.”

I’m not sure why Evie’s description of her college boyfriend bothers me, but it does. I try my best to hide it. “Then what happened?”