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The SUV sped off, leaving me alone in the darkness of the graveyard.
My chest rose and fell as I tried to catch my breath. I had no idea what Mr. Pruitt was up to. But I knew that anything involving him had to be bad.
I pulled out my phone and shot Tanner a text: “Have you dug up any dirt on Mr. Pruitt?”
His text came back immediately. “You mean Richard Reginald Pruitt?”
“I don’t know what his middle name is.”
“It’s Reginald.”
Damn it, Tanner get to the point.“Is that a yes?”
“It’s a yes.”
“So what is it?”
“This is more of an in-person kind of reveal. Meet up for dinner tomorrow night?”
“Mr. Pruitt is having me tailed. I need to end this now.” I didn’t bother adding that I was at Brooklyn’s grave. Tanner thought it was unhealthy that I visited so often. He was probably right. And I didn’t need a lecture right now. Today had been shitty enough.
“Trust me, Matt. This is the kind of stuff you reveal in person, not over the phone.”
“Would you just text me? It can’t wait until tomorrow night.” Sometimes Tanner drove me insane. Texting was a perfectly suitable form of communication. I wasn’t sure why he always insisted on doing things in person.
“It’s called a reveal, you fat head. Tomorrow night.”
I sighed. I knew when Tanner wouldn’t budge. And it was usually after he spewed off some weird insult like calling me a fat head. “Fine. See you tomorrow.”
“Ciao.”
Ciao?Tanner needed to learn how to read the room. This wasn’t a lightheartedciaomoment. For all I knew, Mr. Pruitt was trying to off me. I shook my head and shoved my phone back in my pocket. Tanner’s news better be good.
Matchmaker - Chapter 20
Monday
I was just putting away the practice footballs when my phone vibrated in my pocket.
I pulled it out, expecting a text from Tanner. But it was Penny’s name on my screen. I clicked on the message: “I’m sorry about the other night.”
Which night?Yesterday when she’d almost made everyone aware that I was on a stupid dating app? Or the night before when she’d sent me on a date from hell? “It’s fine,” I texted back.
“Please just let me make it up to you.”
I shook my head. I had better things to focus on right now than pretending to date. Like who the hell was stalking me. But instead of saying any of that, I texted back: “What did you have in mind?” I really didn’t know why I couldn’t say no to this girl.
“It’s a surprise.”
The last surprise I’d gotten was her showing up on my doorstep. But that had been Tanner’s idea. Not hers. Surely Penny was better at surprises than Tanner. “It’s not another teapot, is it?”
“That’s a terrible way to say thank you, Matt. But no, it’s not another teapot. Clear your calendar for tomorrow night. I’ll text you more details.”
That was super vague. But I found myself typing back okay. Hopefully I wouldn’t regret it. I made my way to the parking lot and my feet froze when I heard the squeal of tires. I looked up to see an SUV speeding out of the parking lot. I swore it was the same SUV from the graveyard last night.What the hell Mr. Pruitt?
I climbed into my car. Tanner better have good news for me.
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