Practice Makes Perfect (When in Rome, #2)

by Sarah Adams

“How come you’re not commenting that she looks like Elly May Clampett?” asks Amelia, bumping her shoulder into my arm. “Who?” My voice comes out as dry as the desert. Amelia barks out a laugh, and I shake myself from the daze to look at her. “I was just trying to figure out what the name of those flowers is.” She smirks. “Uh-huh. Sure. Why don’t you ask the woman you’re gawking at?” I wiggle my fingers in front of her smug face. “Can you do less of this please?” She bats her eyelashes. “Less of what?” “The matchmaking. I can feel it. This town has seeped into your brain and turned you into a disgusting hopeless romantic.” “And I can turn you into one, too, if you’d just quit fighting it so hard. You’re not going to want to be a player forever, you know? And if you happen to meet a cute blonde flower shop owner and want to give dating a go…well, then—”