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Ken: Very observant. Wilder House teaching you that?

I grin.

Me: Steve says specificity is useful.

His answer comes immediately.

Ken: Who the fuck is Steve?

A laugh escapes me.

Me: An editor.

Ken: Old?

I blink.

Me: Why?

Ken: Just asking.

Me: Dark hair. Glasses. Maybe early thirties?

The dots disappear for a few seconds.

Ken: Sounds like a douche.

My smile grows.

Me: You’ve never met him.

Ken: Don’t need to.

Me: He’s actually nice.

Ken: Worse.

I shake my head.

Then my gaze catches on the Phoenixes schedule magnet stuck to the side of the refrigerator.

Twenty-two.

Something I’ve been wondering about since Saturday comes back to me.

Me: Random question.

Ken: Those are usually dangerous.

Me: Why 22?

This time, his answer takes longer.

Ken: Twice as good as 11.

My brows pull together.

Me: That’s not an answer.