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starving,” Debra’s father teased.
    Debra grabbed the collar of her dad’s shirt with both hands. “The lady said she wanted details,” she ordered. “So spill it!”
    “Ladies, ladies, please.” Stuart Daniels placed his arms up, palms out, in an “I give up; don’t shoot” pose. “There isn’t that much to tell. He was in a foursome that started on the back nine. Nailed some incredible tee shots. He looked familiar to me, but I couldn’t remember from where. You know how much that bothers me, Alva.” He looked at his wife. “Anyway, I was just finishing up in the locker room when he comes in. It’s still nagging at me, not being able to put a place or name to his face, so I strike up a conversation with him. He introduces himself, and to my great astonishment, it’s Debra’s Logan—as you said, Alva, in the flesh. Well, you can imagine my surprise.”
    “You can’t imagine mine,” Debra said.
    “What happened next?” Alva Daniels pressed. “Did you introduce yourself? Did you tell him you were Debra’s father?”
    Debra swallowed and prepared for the huge portion of crow she’d have to consume when she was forced to admit this poor, unfortunate Logan Alexander had never heard of her and didn’t know her from Eve. She cringed. The last thing she’d expected was to involve an innocent individual in her little Mr. Right masquerade.
    “No, Alva, I told him I was her brother.” Stuart Daniels gave his wife a put-out look. “Of course I told him I was her father.”
    “And what did he say to that? Was he surprised?”
    Debra began to inch her way toward the door.
    “He was, indeed, surprised,” said her father.
    I’ll bet , Debra thought, as she plotted the most direct escape route.
    “Well, what did he say?” Debra’s mother pressed.
    Debra continued her progress toward the exit. Oh, that he’d never heard of Debra Daniels, for starters .
    “He said he was happy to finally meet me. He said he’dbeen anxious to do so well before now, but my lovely daughter had been dragging her feet.”
    “Huh?” Debra’s head shot around. “What? Oomph!” Debra plowed into the wall. She put a hand to her head. “What? What was that? What did you say?”
    “Oh, I just said, ‘That’s my daughter for you,’ or something to that effect.”
    “No, no, no!” Debra rubbed her forehead. “What did you just say he said?”
    Her father looked bewildered. “I said he said he was happy to meet me. At least, I think that’s what I said he said. You’re getting me all confused.”
    Debra shook her head. “You are beyond confused if you believe he said he was happy to meet you. The man doesn’t even know you!”
    “And whose fault is that, missy?” her mother interjected. “Who was it who kept putting us off when we wanted to meet this young man? Who was it, I ask you?”
    Debra shook her head again. “You don’t understand, Mother. He doesn’t know anything about you. Anything at all.”
    “Well, of course he doesn’t. You were dragging your feet about introducing us. Isn’t that what he said, Stuart? That Debra was dragging her feet? Why, the very idea.”
    “He’s been trying to get ahold of you, Debra,” her father said. “He’s been out of town and hasn’t been able to reach you. Logan seems to think that’s been intentional on your part. He suspects you’re upset with him and avoiding him.”
    Debra’s head was spinning again. She put out a hand and grabbed the nearest bar stool and plopped down on it. “I don’t know who you talked to today at the club, Dad,” Debra began, “but it wasn’t Logan Alexander.”
    “Of course it was, Snickers. After he introduced himself, I remembered where I’d seen him before.”
    “Seen him before?”
    Her father nodded. “I’ve seen his photograph.”
    “His photograph?”
    “Yes, his photograph. You showed it to me yourself.”
    “I showed it to you? Me?”
    “Sure. You know, the picture you carry in your wallet.”
    “My