The ding from my computer announced I had a new message. Sure enough it was him. Jace Evans. I let out a soft breath before I opened the chat window. Jace: Miss Davis, are you still mad at me? I smiled at the use of my last name. Was he trying to be cute? Me: I wasn’t seriously mad, Mr. Evans. Just surprised. It’s not that I don’t like surprises per se. Flowers and jewelry are great. However a man I met through an online literary group and now spent most my nights chatting with, though we had never actually met in person, playing match maker? Yeah, that was not a surprise I was on board with. Me: See, this is the issue with chatting online, it’s hard to convey tone. Jace: What do you suggest? So I don’t think you’re mad in the future. Me: Just don’t give my info to your friends and if you really want to, ask me first.
