I know I shouldn’t feel it, but jealousy wells in me. Delaney came back to New Zealand and had a kid. Is she married? Who is he? “Hello, Amelia.”

She lets out a dramatic sigh. “No one calls me Amelia. My name’s Melly.”

I smile. “Well, I think I’ll stick with Amelia. It’s a very pretty name.”

“Can I get another coffee, Delaney?” Damon says.

I bristle. I don’t know why he bugs me. Maybe it’s the way he looks at her.

“Sure thing. I’ll check where that food’s got to.”

She turns back toward the kitchen. I’ve spent six years with this image in my head of her, but Delaney now just blows all that out of the water. I shoot a glance down the counter at Damon. He’s got his eyes on her ass, and I clamp my lips together at the sight.

I have no right to judge him. But I’m going to.

Unless …

My gaze drops to her left hand. It takes a moment to get a decent look, but there’s no ring on her finger. That tells me all I need to know.

Unless she doesn’t wear a wedding ring.

Or she’s not married but she lives with Amelia’s dad.

Or …

Fuck. I’m not that horny nineteen-year-old pursuing her from the moment I laid eyes on her. Am I? Maybe I’m just the twenty-five-year-old version. Which, given my behaviour right now, isn’t really all that different.

“Josh. Do you like burgers?” Amelia asks.

I grin. “I sure do. I’ve got two coming.”

“Two?” Her dark eyes are so wide. “I can’t eat anything more and I had one.”

“Burgers for you.” Delaney slides my plate in front of me. “And mac and cheese for you.”

She takes Damon his plate and turns. “I’ll just get the fries and your thickshake.”

“Thank you.”

I don’t know what’s going on in that head of hers, but the small, sad smile she gives me does funny things to my stomach.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. And I can’t act like some immature boy in front of her. For years I thought about the day when I’d finally find her, but I didn’t expect things to be so, so easy between us. But then again, she’s always been good at putting people at ease.

“Here you go. Enjoy your meal.” She places the fries and shake in front of me and turns to go to the coffee machine.

I want to eat slowly so that I can spend more time, but my stomach grumbles again and reminds me why I’m here. Besides, at least I know where she is. This isn’t finished.

“Do you think I can eat all this, Amelia?”

She shrugs.