“Salt!” Katie said. “I forgot the salt!” She reached into a cabinet over the sink and pulled out the salt shaker. “Thank you,” she said to me over her shoulder. “I can’t believe I forgot something so simple. I’m Katie,” she added.

“Oh, right,” Dave said. “Sorry. Katie, Lane. Lane, Katie.”

“It’s nice to finally meet you,” I said. Jamie leaned against the counter next to his brother. For a split second, I recognized how much the two of them looked alike. They weren’t identical by any stretch, but if they dressed the same and fixed their hair the same way, they might be able to convince people they were. Jamie was slightly taller and a little broader through the shoulders. And Dave wore his beard trimmed close. But their eyes were the same—a deep-chocolate brown. And the way they held themselves was exactly the same. It was a little disconcerting.

“Do you want us to stand side by side? Give you profile shots for comparison?” Dave asked.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to stare.”

Katie set her wooden spoon on the stove and turned around. “Once, when Dave and I first started dating, I saw Dave standing in the hallway at church and waltzed right up, lacing my arm through his, and snuggled up close. Only it was Jamie. I’ve never been so horrified.”

“Serves you right,” Dave said. “The number of times you and Jane messed with guys growing up.”

She grinned. “Ah, those were the days.”

Ha. I liked her already. “I loved your cheesecake,” I said. “It was really delicious.”

She wrinkled her brow for a moment, then glared at Jamie. “So that’s why you stole so much cheesecake! You were going to see Lane.”

“Busted. But it was for a worthy cause, Kate. I fed her good food, and she agreed to go out with me again.” Jamie moved closer. “Thanks for blowing my cover,” he whispered in my ear.

“Anytime,” I whispered back.

“It’s all right,” Dave said. “Everyone understands Jamie needs all the help he can get when it comes to women.”

“I’m a man who has accepted his limitations,” Jamie said. “I do the best I can with what I’ve got.”

I rolled my eyes for the second time that night. What he had was enough to make him the talk of every Mormon singles group for a hundred miles in three different directions. “I admit the food helped your wooing,” I said, “but the soccer is what sealed the deal for me.”

“Got it. So you like dating someone you can wipe the floor with,” Dave said, a big smile on his face.

“Watch it,” Jamie said. “She wiped the floor with you too.”

“Floor wiping not required,” I said. “I just like a man who loves the game like I do. Besides, that day was mostly luck.”

“That wasn’t luck,” Dave said. “It was sheer brilliance and skill.”