Island Peril. Jill Sorenson

      “Kind of. Yeah.”

      “Well, you look like a movie star.”

      “I do not.”

      “Natalie Portman.”

      Ella had heard that once or twice before. It was unbelievable, but flattering. “You have a thing for Queen Amidala?”

      “Yes.”

      “What’s your favorite Star Wars?”

      “The Empire Strikes Back.”

      “I prefer the new trilogy.”

      He clapped a hand over his heart as if she’d stabbed him.

      “Is that a deal breaker?”

      “Almost,” he said, smiling.

      Ella decided to tell him the truth about her job. Anyone who loved Star Wars was nerdy enough for her. “I work for a company called Geovision. We study seismic activity and do land surveys near fault lines.”

      His eyes narrowed in speculation. “So, you’re a geophysicist.”

      “How did you know?”

      “I majored in earth science. Now I teach it.”

      “Seriously? What grade?”

      “Eighth.”

      “Eighth grade,” she said, delighted. The nerdiest, most socially awkward year of all. “You must like kids.”

      “I do.”

      “Why are you still single?”