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I emailed you about an upcoming Bigfoot show I thought you might want to watch, but the email was returned undeliverable. Trying again.
P.S. Keep it Squatchy.
The Squatchy line made her smile. Missy had given her a baseball cap with those words on it for Christmas. Guess Dare wasn’t as anti-Bigfoot as he appeared. Maybe there was hope for Roswell.
Jenny laughed. Something she never expected to be doing post-deadline and exhausted.
“Thanks, Dare.”
Whoever the guy was, he seemed nice. Thoughtful.
Her face felt warm, and her heart was full.
Missy worried about her, but she was family. Jenny liked the thought of someone else caring what happened to her, even though he was a total stranger.
Her candy bar was waiting, but she would let Dare know she was okay first. That was the least she could do for the bottle guy.
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Waking up to reveille would be more welcome than the blaring buzz, buzz, buzz of the phone alarm. Dare hit the off button, but he didn’t get out of bed. Thoughts about Jenny had kept him up late last night. Again. He needed more sleep.
Stupid.
For all he knew, Jenny didn’t exist. She could be a scammer. Not replying was probably part of her game plan to pull him in.
It was working.
He was concerned something had happened to her.
Weird.
Getting worked up and worried over a person he’d never met was crazy. If anything, those feelings showed Dare how lonely he was. Maybe Hamilton was right—it was time to start dating again.
Something casual and fun.
That might be nice.
He rubbed his face, the stubble rough against his fingers.
Going out would be better than sitting at home waiting for a reply from a stranger. Okay, he wasn’tthatbad, but the next time the guys were off to the bar, he would go with them.
Dare picked up his phone to read his texts. A joke from a friend. A link to a news article from another. He would read that when he was more awake. He checked his email. Blinked. Bolted upright.
Jenny.
Finally.
Re: Re: Fwd: Search for Bigfoot Special
Jenny <8675309@…>
To: Dare
Hey, Dare. I’m okay. Sorry I missed the special. I’ll see if I can find it streaming somewhere. Made it out of Bigfoot’s lair. He’s too smelly for me. I wasn’t hairy enough for him. Guess true love will have to wait.
Dare is a cool name, btw. Hope all is well with you!
Jenny
P.S. Thanks for the concern. There was a glitch with my email provider, so I didn’t get emails for a day or two. Not that I was online to read them. Had a big project due. Stayed offline to finish. Sorry.
P.P.S. If my email fails again or if texting is easier, you can reach me at 360-555-0147.
Dare released the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. Jenny was not only okay, but she’d also given him her phone number. A win-win.
He added her number to his contacts. No last name, but that was okay. The less she told him about herself, the less he’d need to share about his life. Jenny could still be a scammer—though nothing she’d done made him think that—but he liked having another way to contact her.
He also preferred texting to email. His phone was right here.
Might as well send a message now…
