He didn’t seem worried, but I didn’t want him to think he’d been betrayed by me or his brother. “Jamie, nothing happened that weekend. We kissed under the mistletoe because my family was watching, but that was it. It didn’t have anything to do with why you and I broke up.”

“I know.” He reached over and took my hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Simon told me. Not about the kiss. He left that part out. But he told me nothing happened, and I believed him.” Jamie took a deep breath. “I trust him, Lane. He didn’t give you that letter because I told him I was going to propose and he is a man who will never take the last Pop-Tart.”

I sniffled a laugh.

“He will always think of others before he thinks of himself,” Jamie said.

“You’re family. It was the right thing to do.”

“Maybe. But it isn’t the right thing anymore.”

“Jamie, you’re being really gracious about all of this.”

He chuckled. “It’s fine. I’ve made peace with our breakup. You were right. About everything.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Turns out I’ve met someone.”

I smiled. “Really?”

“She’s great. Different. Different from anyone I’ve ever dated. She knows nothing about soccer. Nothing.”

“That does sound different from what you’re used to.”

“She’s into horses. Owns them. Rides them. Shows them. I don’t know what it’s all about. But I’m loving learning about her world and what she’s passionate about. We’re having fun.”

I raised my eyebrows and gave him a stern look.

“But not just having fun,” he amended. “We’re talking too. About everything. We even had a fight last week.”

I smiled. “That’s good. I bet she’s really great.”

He reached for my other hand so he held both of mine in his, then tugged gently until I was sitting straight up, turned sideways on the couch so we were facing each other. “Lane,” he said, his tone serious. “My brother is a good man. I always say he’s the best of us, and I mean it. I really want him to be happy, and based on the conversation he and I just had, I’m pretty sure he could have written that letter yesterday and every word would still be true.”

I closed my eyes, my grip on his hands tightening.

“By any chance . . . I don’t know . . . It’s probably a long shot . . . but did you maybe happen to fall in love with him too?”

I started to laugh. And cry. And generally make a mess of myself. Through my tears and more snot than I would have preferred, I managed to nod my head yes. “I did. I really, really did.”

Jamie smiled. “Should we go find him?”

“Right now?”