“You’re too picky,” Lucy always said, and Amanda supposed she was right. Joe Stillwell wasn’t the only man Amanda had rejected. Jason Boyd, for instance, had been perfectly nice, and he was the assistant city manager, so he knew lots of good gossip about the mayor and the members of the city council. Emily had squeaked like a mouse when she’d heard he’d asked Amanda out. “He’s a catch, Ammie!” she’d declared. “Remember how we all had crushes on him in high school?”
But Jason Boyd was a fingernail-biter and a spitter. On their first and only date, they took a walk down to the river, and he’d spit every five feet. How could Amanda spend the rest of her life with a man so full of saliva?
After Jason came Andrew Cross, who had a thriving law practice, but chewed with his mouth open and said
