Page 54 of No Match Found
“Why would they do that?”
She had me there. “I don’t know. Just don’t…do anything. Lemme think first.”
Katie let out a sigh. “Fine. But keep me in the loop.”
I nodded.
Grant was busy scribbling in his notebook when I stepped back into my office, and I couldn’t help giving him a bit of side-eye.
Maybe I was wrong. Maybe he’d run the numbers as part of his investigation or something? He could’ve asked someone to help him do it. That smile of his was way too powerful.
He glanced up at me. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah,” I said less convincingly than I’d hoped.
“You’re a bad liar, you know.”
“It’s not a lie,” I defended.
“But it’s not the truth, either, is it?”
I sat down at my desk and looked at him.
He met my gaze questioningly.
Couldhe have run our profiles for research purposes? I’d been so adamant to Katie that he couldn’t have, but Grant was an enigma. He was always surprising me, so why not with this? Maybe it was part of his research for his article. “Did you ask someone to run our profiles?”
His brows bunched together. “What?”
“Somebody ran our Matchify profiles. I wondered if you’d had someone do it for some reason.”
“What do you mean theyranthem?”
Ugh. This was more awkward than I’d thought. “I mean somebody ran your profile against mine in Matchify to get our compatibility score.” That stupid heat was creeping up my neck again.
His gaze grew curious. “What was our score?”
“Grant!”
He lifted his shoulders. “What? It’s a natural follow-up question.”
It was the one pestering me too. “It’s beside the point. If I didn’t run it and you didn’t have someone run it, who did?”
He frowned, but he didn’t look overly concerned. “I don’t know. Who has access?”
“Just Matchify employees. Or a hacker.”
The side of Grant’s mouth slid upward. “You think a bad actor accessed Matchify’s system, promptly ignored the treasure trove of personal data at their fingertips, and ran your profile against mine to see our score?”
I shot him a flat look. “You asked who would have access; I answered.”
“Can’t you check who did it?” he asked. “There are logs for that, right? Or are you trying to solve this mystery the old-fashioned way?”
Of course I could check. I guess I was just scared to do it. Someone had done this, and I wasn’t sure why, but all the possible answers that flitted through my mind were uncomfortable ones.
I got up, and Grant did too, slipping his pencil through the wire binding of his notebook.
“I’m not going on a second date, Grant,” I said.
