My jaw drops. In all the years I’ve been doing this, I have never had a client introduce me that way to anyone, let alone the match I helped them snag.

But Bree is laughing. “Sounds like we owe you one,” she says as she adoringly looks over at Jude.

“I’m sorry but . . . you know about me?” I stammer out.

“Yes!” Bree says. “Because you want to hear something hilarious? Turns out we were both using ghostwriting services for our profiles.”

I screw my face into something I’m hoping represents surprise at this shocking revelation. “Wow. Really?”

Jude laughs. “Turns out we hardly chatted online as ourselves. Isn’t that wild?”

“Wild,” I repeat.

“When we figured that out, it made sense that you’d only seen Undersea once,” Bree says to Jude.

“And that you’d take me to a cheese restaurant, even though I was paleo,” Jude responds.

“Not anymore!” Bree says with a smirk.

I look quizzically at Jude.

“Er. Well, when you start playing strip fondue, I mean . . . bread is kind of essential to dip into . . .” Jude starts looking Bree’s body up and down and I hold my hands up.

“Got it,” I say.

“Anyway, it’s a good thing we ignored most of whatever it was you and . . . what was your writer’s name, babe?” Jude turns to Bree.

“Zoey.” My heart stutters at hearing her name said out loud.

“Right. Zoey. We ignored most of what you guys talked about.” He looks over at me good-naturedly. “You almost ruined it for us, mate!”

I slap on a smile. “Well, I’m glad we didn’t.”

“Us too,” Bree says. “We have to run. We actually have tickets to the preview for Mary Clarkson’s one-woman show. And I’ve convinced Jude to take me even though he knows nothing about her, obviously.” She giggles.

“See you around?” Jude says.

“Actually . . .” I say, an idea spontaneously forming in my head. “I have a massive favor to ask. . . .”

* * *

Now I just have to figure out how to find her.

I didn’t think it was possible, in this day and age, for someone to be truly unreachable. Especially someone who literally lives next door to me. My brain hums with all the ways I might get hold of Zoey. Do I sit in the hallway all day and night with my laptop? Would that make me a fire hazard? I even consider contacting Clifford (ugh) and calling her through him. Though I wonder if she’d really be likely to answer his call over mine. I mean, it’s Clifford.

But who does she even know in New York besides us?