“I asked them to take over.” She waves a hand over at the bakery employee who’s taken her spot. “I wanted to come over and talk to you. You don’t seem right.”

I frown. “What do you mean?”

“You look too…happy.” She tilts her head, contemplating me. “What’s gotten into you?”

I’m so tempted to say it’s Isaac who’s gotten into me—literally.

But I don’t.

Instead I send her a secretive smile and offer a one-shoulder shrug. “I woke up in a good mood.”

“Amelia, you’re never in a good mood this time of year,” Stella deadpans, her expression serious. “What happened? And please don’t tell me you got back together with he-who-shall-not-be-named.”

“You mean Joe?” I purposely drop his name in the most nonchalant way I can muster, right as I step up to the register and give my order to the cute teenaged girl who’s working. “Vanilla latte, please.”

“Skinny,” Stella adds for me.

I shake my head. “Regular, please.” Turning to Stella, I say, “I feel like living on the edge today.”

“With a regular vanilla latte?” Stella frowns. She looks so confused it’s almost comical. “Whoa there, sister. Calm down.”

“Shut up,” I say good naturedly as I pay for my drink and offer my punch card so I can get one step closer to earning a free purchase. I take my receipt and card and mosey over to the pickup counter, Stella keeping pace with me.

“You didn’t answer my question,” she says.

“I’m not back together with Joe,” I say firmly.

She gapes at me. “You just said his name. Twice.”

“You guys are the ones with the problem about saying his name,” I remind her.

Stella bursts out laughing. “Only because you had the problem first! What’s going on with you, Amelia? Seriously! You’re acting so…”

“So what?” I prompt.

“Weird!” she says. “Weirdly…happy?”

I just watch her, my brain scrambling to come up with the proper explanation without it sounding crude.

Had the best sex of my life last night. He made me come four times!

I swallowed like a champ for the very first time!

We fucked all night long!

Yeah. None of those options are polite. And we are in public after all.

“Amelia.”

“Stella,” I say in the same tone. “You keep saying my name.”

“I’m trying to make sure I’m talking to who I think I am. You’re not acting like yourself.”

“You keep saying that. And wouldn’t you say I’m acting…better?” I raise my brows in question.

“Come on, be real with me right now. What happened? You have to tell me. Something happened, I just know it.” Realization dawns on Stella’s face and she points at me. “That guy. The dude from the wedding.”

I press my lips to contain my joy that wants to shine through. “What about him?”

“You saw him again, am I right? Oh my God.” Stella takes a step closer, her voice lowering. “I bet you even had sex with him.”