“But they don’t look like completely different people.”
“This conversation is getting more knotted than my bow tie,” Gus mumbled.
“Give me your phone,” McKenna said to Georgie. Why she didn’t do this much sooner she’d never know. Maybe because, just once, she’d wanted to hope that something good could land on her doorstep without her having to work so dang hard to get it.
But obviously that wasn’t the case. McKenna turned the phone screen around so everyone could see what she had just seen. “Harry Connick Junior is on tour right now in Australia. He has a concert tomorrow night in Sydney.”
Barb covered her mouth. “Then what’s he doing here?”
“He’s not here,” McKenna whisper-shouted. “Thisis Harry Connick Junior,” she said, pointing at the screen.“That—”she pointed to the front of the house—“is notthis.”
“Then who is that?” said Gus.
“Some other Harry that you somehow emailed,” said McKenna.
Georgie stared at the phone screen, the color in her face draining. “So what is this Harry going to do on Saturday night?”
“I don’t know,” said McKenna. “What did you ask this Harry to do Saturday night in your email?”
“Pretty sure I just asked him to do his thing.”
“Oh good gravy,” Gus muttered. “That could be anything.”
“But it might be a good thing,” said Barb, ever the optimist. “Maybe he’s even more talented than Harry Connick Junior.”
“I don’t think that’s a thing,” said Georgie with a whimper.
“So what do we do?” said Barb. “Do I still give him my tomatoes?”
“Save them. We may need to throw them at him if his ‘thing’ isn’t any good Saturday,” said Gus.
“What am I going to tell Oliver?” said McKenna. Never mind her portfolio.
“What am I going to tell Lottie?” said Georgie.
“Nothing yet,” said Barb. “Let’s not panic. Not until we know all the facts. We still don’t know what this guy does. Or even who he is. Maybe the wrong Harry will turn out to be the right Harry. There’s still hope. Besides, we can’t just hide in the kitchen all day.”
“Why not? Pretty sure Evie’s never leaving the bathroom,” said Gus.
The front door opened, and Harry’s voice carried from the entryway. Along with another voice. “Nate,” whispered McKenna.
“Quick,” said Georgie. “We need to warn him about the wrong Harry before he says something about the right Harry, and Wrong Harry realizes he’s not Right Harry and then we’re stuck with no Harry at all.”
“Huh?” said Gus.
“I changed my mind,” said Barb. “I want to hide in the kitchen all day.”
McKenna didn’t blame her. “Nate,” McKenna said, rushing to greet him with Georgie nipping at her heels. “You’re back. I’m so glad you’re back. Are you hungry? Come get—”
“I see you’ve met Harry,” Georgie said.
McKenna spun and frowned at Georgie. What was she doing? The whole idea here was to get Nateawayfrom Wrong Harry, not point him out.
“Yeah,” said Nate, his warm appreciative gaze focused on McKenna and her new dress. Until he must’ve registered Georgie’s words. “Wait, no.You’reHarry?”
Nate stepped back to give Harry a more thorough examination. “TheHarry?” he said after his examination clearly left the need for more clarification.
“I’mtheHarry,” Harry said, grinning like he’d never been calledtheanything before, but he liked the sounds of it.
