Joe said. “What about you?”“What about me?”“Any long-term relationships in your past? Boyfriends, lovers, husbands?”“No husbands. I haven’t had many boyfriends. I’m not the most gorgeous woman in the world and I do work a lot.”“There are all kinds of beauty, Mariah. Sure, some women might be supermodel-gorgeous, but you know what? They intimidate guys. I know. I was married to one.”“Yeah,” she mumbled.“But when I look at you, I see so much more than just a pretty face. I see the kindness in those brown eyes. I see warmth and compassion in your smile.”She opened her mouth to protest, but he held up his hand to stop her.“You are pretty. And I bet there were a lot of guys just waiting to date you.”“There were a few guys,” she admitted. “But I didn’t want to get serious with any of them. I was so focused on my career. I was young and not really thinking about anything except making a mark for myself in the wedding planning business. I always wanted my own business someday.”“And now you’ve got it.”“Not hardly.”
