“FUCK!” A.J. thinks something must be seriously wrong because Amelia never curses. “What is it?” “Well, the thing is, I rather like your brain.” He laughs at her, and she weeps a little. “Oh, enough with the tears. I don’t want your pity.” “I’m not crying for you. I’m crying for me. Do you know how long it took me to find you? Do you know how many awful dates I’ve been on? I can’t”—she is breathless now—“I can’t join Match.com again. I just can’t.”
