“What do you mean?” I ask with a frown.

“Oh, I was in a relationship with a guy.” She rolls her eyes. Shakes her head. I already hate this guy and she hasn’t told me anything about him. “He demanded all my time. He was very—possessive. Jealous.”

“Jealous of your friends?” Maybe that’s why she’s a reluctant flirt. Why she’s got that wall up.

“Jealous of everyone, really.” She shrugs. “He always made things difficult. Started a lot of fights for no reason. It was a very—passionate relationship.”

My frown deepens. “His jealousy sounds like a problem, but the passion part? That doesn’t necessarily sound like a bad thing.”

“Right? On the surface, I’d agree with you. But it was definitely a bad thing. Passionate in the fact that, when our relationship was good, it was great. But when it was bad, it was terrible.” Her smile is faint. “And most of the time, our relationship was terrible.”

Without thinking I reach out, settling my hand over hers where it rests on the table. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” She shrugs again, her expression uncomfortable. I’m guessing it was hard for her, admitting all that. Especially to a stranger. Because that’s what I am to her, though I’d like to change that. “I don’t need your sympathy.”

“But you’re getting it anyway.” I lean in close, my mouth near her ear once more. “Have I told you how fantastic you smell?”

She dips her head, her lips curling. “No, you haven’t mentioned it.”

“Well, you do,” I say. “Smell fantastic.”

“You smell pretty great too,” she admits.

My body prickles with awareness. Well what do you know? She’s actually been paying attention to me. “Hey thanks.”

“You smell like a forest,” she adds.

“I do deal with pine trees on a daily basis,” I say with a chuckle.

“I know. And it makes you smell really—good.” Her cheeks are the faintest pink. Like it took a lot for her to say that, which is adorable.

She’s adorable.

No, that’s not the right word for Amelia. She’s beautiful.

“Can I ask you a question?” I say.

“Depends.” Her smile is still on her face, so that gives me the green light.

“What did you mean earlier, about our blind date?” I had no idea what she was talking about then, and I still don’t.

“Oh.” She dips her head, her teeth sinking into her lower lip for a moment before she lifts her gaze to mine. “Candice said she wanted to set me up on a sort of blind date at the reception tonight.”

I make a face. “Who the hell does that?”

Amelia’s smile grows. “Candice. Anyway, she said she knew a guy who was perfect for me. She even told me his name, and it was…”

Her voice drifts and I wait for her answer, but don’t get it. “What was his name?” I prod.

“Umm…” She wrinkles her nose. “Jonesie.”

I start to laugh. It just pours out of me. I can’t believe Candice did this. That with everything else going on with her life, and Charlie’s, and the wedding, she still wanted to put me and Amelia together. Like a little matchmaker. “Wait a minute. She actually wanted to set us up on a blind date? Here? Tonight?”