He gave me a sideways glance and smiled. “Got it. Chocolate sauce and raspberry sauce coming up.”

I sat down and watched as he dished up the cheesecake and drizzled it with both sauces. “It looks amazing.”

“It should be for as much as Katie talked about how long it took her to make.”

“Katie?”

“Dave’s fiancée.”

“That’s right. You mentioned the fiancé dinner thing. Tell me about that.”

He shrugged. “It was annoying, really. Katie’s family is in town to see the venue for the wedding and finalize some stuff, and they hosted dinner for everyone. Katie’s aunt lives in Raleigh, so . . . yeah. We were all over there all afternoon.”

“That doesn’t sound too awful. Why was it annoying?”

He grunted something noncommittal and completely inaudible. He handed me my plate. “Cheesecake?”

“Wait a minute. Not so fast. Why the grunt?”

He rubbed his hand across his jaw. “Katie has sisters. Lots of them.”

“Ohhhh, it was a matchmaking party.” It was easy to tell from the pained look in his eyes that it had made him uncomfortable, which made it easier to joke, but I still felt a tiny spark of jealousy flame to life at the thought. Interesting. Date two and I was already feeling some ownership.

“Not exactly. But close.”

“Was there one for each of you? Four brides for four brothers? Ohh! Are you going to get matching cummerbunds and bow ties to coordinate with the bridesmaid dresses? Each couple could have their own color. The possibilities are endless, Jamie. Endless!”

“Are you enjoying yourself?”

I grinned. “Immensely.” I took a bite of the cheesecake.

“The sad thing is you aren’t far off from the truth. Minus the cummerbunds. Katie has a twin sister, and since she’s the maid of honor and I’m the best man . . .”

“Wait. Katie has a twin?”

He nodded. “They’re identical. Really, really identical. If I were Dave, I’d be totally freaked out about getting them mixed up.”

“This story gets better and better.”

He reached for my cheesecake. “I’m taking this back. I don’t think you deserve it if you’re going to keep making fun of me.”

I slid my plate out of reach and took another bite. “Okay, okay! I’m done. No more teasing. She’s the maid of honor, and you’re the best man, and . . .”

“Nope. I’m not telling you now.”

“Please? I promise. No laughing.”

He put down his fork. “We have to learn a dance.”

I pressed my lips together. Hard. But a dance? How could I not laugh at that? “Like a dance, dance?” I managed to squeak my words out giggle free, but it wasn’t easy.

“Like a ballroom dance. It’s Katie’s thing. And her sister’s. So we’re learning this dance to perform at the reception.”

I leaned back in my chair. “Wow.”