She sounds surprised. Huh.

“I’m friends with the bride and the groom,” I say as I fall into step beside her.

“Really? What’s your name?” she asks. “I never did catch it.”

That’s because she never asked.

We exit the aisle and head toward the tent. I suppose I could tell her what everyone calls me around here, but that’s just embarrassing. Especially if I’m trying to impress this woman. So I go with the truth. “Isaac.”

Is that relief on her face? Odd. “Ah, Isaac. A nice, traditional name.”

“I guess.” I shrug.

“You don’t say much, do you?” She sends me an amused look.

Is she teasing me? “I don’t chatter on and on, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“I can tell.” She smiles. “It was a beautiful ceremony, wasn’t it?”

“Definitely,” I say with a firm nod, letting my gaze roam over her. She’s wearing a soft green dress that I’m pretty sure is velvet, and it clings to her lean body in all the right places. She’s tall, with gentle curves, and my hands suddenly itch to touch her. “They make a good couple.”

“They do, don’t they?” A wistful sigh escapes her and I wonder about it. “I’m happy they found each other.” She glances over at me as we continue walking together.

“So am I.” My stomach chooses that moment to growl, and I rest a hand over it, laughing to hide my embarrassment. “Never did eat lunch today. Was too busy.”

“Whatever they’re serving for the reception, it smells delicious,” Amelia says.

“Yeah, it does. Probably why my stomach is complaining.” I don’t know what else to say. And I’m worried I sound like an idiot, which isn’t like me.

This woman makes me…nervous. And not in a bad way. I just want to impress her so damn bad. I want her to like me. I want her to see something in me.

Is that ridiculous? Probably. Most of the time, I meet a woman and it just…happens between us, or it doesn’t. I don’t really try to impress. Yeah, I can get tongue-tied, but that’s why I remain quiet most of the time. That way, I can’t mess anything up by saying something stupid.

“Lucky for you we’re about to eat.” She wiggles her fingers at me in a cute wave. “See ya around.”

“Maybe on the dancefloor?” I ask like a hopeful idiot.

She sends me—yep, I know it when I see it—a flirtatious look. “If your luck keeps up.”

I couldn’t wipe the grin off my face even if I tried.

Seven

Amelia

Isaac is cute. Not necessarily my type, and I have the distinct feeling he’s a few years younger than me, but cute nevertheless. I like his dark blond hair. And his smile. There’s something very…intriguing about the fact that he doesn’t say much. I like that.

I like it a lot.

Once we go our separate ways inside the reception tent, I’m dazzled by the décor. There are tiny white twinkling lights everywhere, giving the entire tent area a fairytale glow. Lush greenery and deep red roses are on every available open surface, and just by seeing the flowers alone I know a lot of money was spent on this reception. No surprise, considering Candice’s family is extremely wealthy, and then they go and save money by having everything here at the farm.