“I think so. They’ve discovered a cluster of what they think were ninth-century homes. They’re finding cookware, different forms of pottery. She texted me a few photos. It’s pretty interesting stuff.”

“That’s got to be rewarding work. Uncovering things people haven’t seen or touched in centuries.”

“Have you heard from Jamie? How did the meeting go?”

“We only spoke briefly, but it sounds like it went pretty well,” I said. “I’m sure he’ll have more to say when he gets home.”

“You’ll probably be excited when all of this is decided and behind you.”

I shrugged. “It’s fine. I know he’s excited. But it will be nice to talk about something other than the merger. And soccer.”

“Oh, the soccer talk. He’s the worst at that.”

“Does he . . .” I hesitated, suddenly wondering if hitting up my boyfriend’s older brother for information was a good idea. “No, never mind.”

“What? You can ask me. It’s fine.”

“I was just going to ask what kinds of things Jamie was interested in growing up. Besides soccer, of course.” Since I’d admitted my doubts to Randi and claimed our relationship felt a little one-dimensional, the thought had been bouncing around my brain more than I cared to admit. If I could find a few other things I knew Jamie was interested in, maybe I could build a little more commonality between us. “Did he like anything else? Books? Music? Movies?”

“Honestly, it was mostly about soccer for him. He has terrible tunnel vision. Which is great when you want to be successful at one thing but doesn’t help if you’re trying to be a well-rounded individual.”

I frowned.

“Wait. Sorry. That came out wrong. I’m not trying to dog on him. There’s absolutely more to Jamie than soccer. He’s great at his business. And I know he really cares about you.”

I nodded and smiled. “I know.”

“And I . . . uh . . . I think he’s been getting into poetry lately too,” he added, though it sounded a little like an afterthought. “Maybe you inspired him in that regard.”

“Yeah. He’s mentioned it a few times. It’s been sweet.”

He motioned to the chair across from my desk. “Should we do this here? Or . . .” He looked back to the couch and chairs under the window.

“No, let’s move. It’s more comfortable by the window.” I stood and followed him over, trying to shake off the weirdness of our exchange about Jamie. I kind of wished I hadn’t asked. Nothing made it easier to feel like my relationship was one-dimensional than to have someone tell me my boyfriend really was one-dimensional.