Before I could decide, the door opened, and I was face-to-face with Martin. As I leaned over, my hands on my knees, trying to catch my breath, he said, “Ew. You’re so sweaty.”

I looked past him into the living room and stood up again. “No boxes?” I practically panted.

“Lord. Come inside and sit down,” he said. “What is going on with you? You are a mess.” As I sat down, he said, “Ohhhhhh. You’re a mess because your second one true love is moving in with another man. Poor baby.”

“Where is she?” I was finally catching my breath, and the room was coming into focus. Amelia wasn’t here. I had Love Actuallyed my heart out, but I had still been too late. Well, actually, as Sharon, my new BFF at Delta, had informed me, it was less Love Actually and more The Parent Trap, because I was trying to beat the woman I loved home. It didn’t seem nearly as romantic to me, but I had acquiesced because I thought doing so would get me on an earlier flight. I was right.

“Her flight was delayed. She isn’t even home yet.”

I sank back on the sofa.

But then the door flew open and Amelia walked through it in jeans and a T-shirt, which she looked amazing in, I might add. She looked from Martin to me and said casually, “Whatcha doin’?”

Now I looked at Martin, like he was going to help me out of this situation.

“Where is my boss?” Martin asked, throwing daggers out his eyes at Amelia.

“Oh, um, home, I presume. Or, if he is to be believed, at a bar somewhere, trying to forget that I exist.”

Martin sighed dramatically and stood up. “This is why you don’t set your boss up.” He waved his hand, pulled out his phone, and said, “Well, I’d better get on Find My Friends and fix this mess you’ve made. Thank God I’m a fixer for a living.” He pointed at Amelia and said, his voice laced with annoyance, “I’ll deal with you later.”

She smiled weakly and looked at me again, a little nervously. I wouldn’t say that I necessarily knew Amelia better than anyone else in the world, but I knew her well enough to know that that face meant she was scared that I was here to make a grand confession of love. Which I was not.

I stood up and took her bag from her. She stepped inside her living room, and I said, “Are you okay?”

She nodded. “I just didn’t see any point in moving in when we want different things.”

I stepped closer to her. “And what do you want?”

“I don’t want marriage or babies or any of that, but I also don’t love the idea of it being completely taken off the table. It feels so… final.” She shrugged. “Park, what are you doing here?”

I weighed my options. I could tell her. Or I could be cool. And she had likely had a very emotional day. So I decided on cool. “Well, we never discussed that article I sent you.”