I nod. “Sure. On the outside you’re a businessman, one hundred percent, and people may think you have no time for things like love or a walk on a sunny afternoon.” I gesture at Main Street, the sunshine, the flowers, the bright shops and the green park. “But we both know the people who think that way would be wrong.”

“We do?” he emphasizes the word “we.”

I nod and step closer to him, the hem of my dress brushing against his pant legs.

“Because, at heart, you’re a romantic and a good man, and you come to Romeo because it’s like you.” The realization settles on me with surprising clarity. Who would’ve ever thought that I’d see these things in Will. “You’re caring, hard-working, loyal, hope-filled. You come here more than anywhere else in the world because it feels like home. Your home.”

Will gives me a look that’s both skeptical and wary. “Are you trying to convince me that I already believe in Romeo’s mythological soul mates?”

I tilt my head and look into his eyes, the skepticism wars against the wariness and wins.

“No,” I say. “Maybe yes. No.”

I look up at his full lower lip and try to block out the images of kissing him.

He draws in a sharp breath. I realize his pupils are dilating and starting to swallow the blue of his irises. I can see the memory of yesterday there. Will on top of me, in the grass.

“You forget,” says Will in a low voice, “I’ve been coming here for twenty years but I don’t talk to people. I don’t know anyone. I don’t go out and make friends or go to the town events. Your theory is flawed.”

I shake my head. "You’re a private person and an introvert. You don’t have to go out to like someplace.”

He raises his eyebrows and then lowers them. I can see his mind working.

“Gavin is extrovert. If a mosquito would have a conversation with him he’d chat back.” I think about how much Gavin has talked the last two times we’ve been together. He’s told me all about himself, and there’s a few things that are very clear. One, he’s a nice man. Two, we have absolutely nothing in common. And three, there’s no spark. None.

“You’re no extrovert. You’re ‘still waters run deep’. It’s not that you don’t like people, it just takes you a while to warm up.”

Will gives me a smile. “So, you don’t still think I have a calculator for a heart?”

Mortification washes over me. I was such a judgmental jerk. “No. I’m sorry.”

“Looks like you have me all figured out.” His lips quirk into a smile and I realize he’s laughing at me.