It was a dangerous vein of thinking, comparing the two brothers, but I dug my phone out of my purse and pulled up my Facebook account anyway. I searched through my friends until I found Simon’s profile. His picture was from the back—him on a mountain somewhere—and was totally ambiguous. It could have been anyone in the picture. Slightly annoying but also totally Simon. Unlike Jamie’s profile picture that looked like he was a dang J.Crew model. I clicked on his photos and searched until I found a good one, then handed the phone over to Randi.

“Wow. He is cute.” She scrolled through a few more pictures. “I think he’s cuter than Jamie. He looks more . . . I don’t know. Real, I guess.”

“That’s my boyfriend you’re knocking. Jamie looks plenty real.”

“No, I know. I can’t explain it. Maybe I just like his looks a little more.”

She couldn’t explain it. But I probably could. The word that came to mind totally unbidden and quick enough that I was ashamed to even acknowledge it, was depth. Simon had some. Lots of it. When I looked at the few pictures he had of himself on Facebook, that was what I saw.

“So how’s it been with Simon lately?” Randi asked. “Do you ever see him anymore?”

“Why are you asking? You keep bringing him up, but you told me he was off-limits.”

“I did say that, but . . .”

I didn’t love her hesitation. It always meant she was gearing up to say something hard.

“But what?”

“But I’m not convinced your heart’s really in this thing with Jamie. And I think it’s because of Simon. If he’s the better guy for you, I want to talk you through it.”

I shook my head. “No. That’s not how it is. I’ve barely seen him lately. At the inn a handful of times, but he’s there on business, so it’s been brief and neutral. We haven’t really talked since we were in Bristol with his family.”

“I guess with Jamie gone so much you’re not exactly hanging out with his family members without him.”

“Exactly. That would be totally weird.”

“Okay. If you say it’s not an issue, I’ll believe you,” Randi said.

A few hours later, I stretched out on Randi’s couch and tried to sleep, but my brain wasn’t cooperating. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shut it off.