I didn’t want a relationship with no spark, but I also didn’t want one that was all spark if it meant a lack of depth underneath all that chemistry. It was why I appreciated the easy comfort I felt around Jamie. It made relationship building easier. It was true that Jamie did seem a little more serious about things than I did. But it wasn’t because I wasn’t on my way there. That he was a little farther along didn’t concern me. I’d never been one to jump into stuff quickly, and he was—in every sense of the word. I felt pretty confident I would catch up eventually.

The beans grew well over my head, their leafy vines climbing up and around the thick twine Granny Grace had secured between sturdy bamboo poles. After half an hour, my back and arms ached. I dropped the half-full basket onto the ground between my feet and pulled out my cell phone for a quick break.

I had a text from Jamie. We still on for tonight?

Granny Grace is cooking. You up for coming over instead of going out? I responded.

Sure. Can I bring anything?

Nope. Only your appetite.

Okay. Be there at seven?

Sounds good.

Granny Grace’s warning about playing with Jamie’s feelings echoed in my head. But I wasn’t playing. I keyed out another text, this one maybe more for my own benefit than his. I can’t wait to see you.

Simon: How are things with Lane?

Jamie: Good. We talked poetry. I mentioned Billy Collins. She was impressed.

Simon: Good.

Jamie: How’s Karen?

Simon: Your guess is as good as mine.

Jamie: Still haven’t heard from her?

Simon: Not a word.

Jamie: Sorry, man.

Simon: I had to stop by the inn the other day to get some forms signed, and Lane was drinking hazelnut hot chocolate.

Jamie: In August?

Simon: I know. I said the same thing. She said it was her favorite no matter the time of year.

Jamie: So weird.

Simon: I’m telling you because it might be useful. Isn’t her birthday coming up?

Jamie: YES. Thanks for the reminder. That poetry thing in Virginia. When is it?

Simon: Dude. Look it up.

Jamie: What was the poet’s name?

Simon: Nikki Giovanni.

Jamie: Got it. Looking it up now.

Jamie: Score. The signing is ON Lane’s birthday.

Simon: Lucky for you, then.

Chapter 11