Mistletoe_Reader:That is not what I meant. Not at all.
RedBarnRhett:Good.
Because I would’ve been offended.
Mildly.
Maybe a three out of ten.
Mistletoe_Reader:You’re ridiculous.
RedBarnRhett:I get that a lot.
Don’t worry, though.
I won’t hold your accidental match against you.
I groan quietly.
Mistletoe_Reader:It wasn’t accidental. Doesn’t this app supposedly have a very high match rate and like some crazy algorithm that ensures matches are something like 95 percent or more compatible?
RedBarnRhett:So you did do your homework.
My stomach drops.
Great. Now I’ve backed myself into a corner and accidentally implied I researched this thing more than I did.
Mistletoe_Reader:No. Not really.
I just overheard Luke explaining it the other day.
The typing bubble pops up immediately.
RedBarnRhett:Mhmm. Sure.
Sounds like something someone who absolutely did her research would say.
Heat crawls up my neck.
Mistletoe_Reader:I didn’t. I swear.
RedBarnRhett:It’s okay. I’m flattered.
I blink at my phone.
Flattered?
Mistletoe_Reader:By what?
RedBarnRhett:That you’re trying so hard to convince me this wasn’t accidental
and also wasn’t intentional.
That’s dedication.
I squeeze my eyes shut.
Perfect.
