“I only know numbers,” Jamie said. “Four, eleven, and sixteen. Don’t ask me which is which though.” He took a bite of his sushi roll and grimaced. Like actually made an awful face.

I stared. “You don’t like sushi.”

He swallowed, then took a big gulp of water. “Sure I do. It’s fine.”

“Ha, yeah. I don’t believe you for a second. Why didn’t you say something?”

“I aim to please, Lane. You asked for sushi, and making you happy seemed a little more important than, um, having cooked food.”

“Oh!” I groaned in mock disapproval. “Your disdain for this perfectly perfect meal kills me. Here—try this one.” I offered him a piece of my shrimp tempura. “This one is all cooked. You might like it more.”

He eyed the caviar but didn’t complain as he took it and shoved it into his mouth. He raised an eyebrow while he chewed. “Okay,” he said. “It’s a little better.”

I added a sliver of pickled ginger to my next piece. Maybe he wasn’t impressed, but I was blown away. North Carolina did sushi right. “I have to go to this place in person. Seriously. You did good. This is really amazing.”

He nodded. “I’m glad you like it.”

I leaned back into the sofa. “So, soccer. Where’d you play?”

“University of Virginia.”

“Great school. What about your brothers? Any of them play collegiate?”

“Cooper might, maybe. After his mission. And Simon could have, but he tore is ACL his senior year of high school. That derailed his college plans.”

“That leaves Dave. He’s your twin, right? And he’s engaged?”

His eyebrows went up.

“Sorry. Chloe pretty much gave me the rundown on your family.”

He put down his food and leaned back. “Knowing Chloe, it included shoe sizes and favorite foods.”

“And childhood fears. Really, Jamie. Spiders? Not very original.”

“Anything with eight legs should never be trusted.” He grinned. “Dave went to Virginia with me. We were on the same team.”

“What? Brothers on the same team? That’s awesome.”

“Yeah. It was pretty fun.”

I leaned forward. “So here’s another thing Chloe told me. You”—I paused. For dramatic emphasis, of course—“don’t date.” I crossed my arms. “They call you untouchable. All of you. It’s a family description.”

He ran his hand across his jaw and sighed. “Yeah, we’ve heard that before.”

“Is it true? No one dates?”

“Fundamentally, there are problems with the assumption,” Jamie said. “Because Dave is engaged, and you can’t get that way without dating. And Simon has a girlfriend, which also happened through dating.”

“True,” I agreed. “But what about you?”

“I’m here, aren’t I?”

“Yes, but I can only imagine how surprised that would make Chloe. What made you change your policy?”

He dropped his chopsticks and took a drink of water. “Maybe I was waiting to meet the right person.”