As much as the aroma of that tantalizing pasta teased my senses, I refused to let him see my desire for it. Instead, I delved into the very reason that led me to this moment.
“Your initial Date was meant to be Amelia, my best friend," I revealed, anticipating his reaction
Rolland paused mid-fork, a look of mild amusement flickering across his face. "Your crazy friend?" he asked, leaning back in his chair.
"She's not crazy!" I blurted out, feeling a little defensive. "She's just...well, she's got a lot of energy, that's all."
"Call it what you want, Barbara," he said, shrugging. "We both know what I mean."
I clenched my jaw. What was his problem? Yeah, Amelia could be a little wild, but who was he to judge? Only I got to call her crazy!
"So why didn't she show up?" he asked, a sl
