Claire laughed. “Yeah, right. And what about you and Joe? You guys are practically living together. It looks to me like maybe there’s a prenuptial agreement in your future. ”
Meghann looked at Joe, who was on his feet, clapping. Alison was in his arms. Since he’d started practicing medicine again, he said anything was possible. They’d taught each other to believe in love again. “A prenup? Me? No way. We were thinking about a small wedding. Outside—”
“Where it rains? Where bugs breed? That outside?”
“Maybe with hamburgers and hot dogs and—”
“Gina’s potato salad. ”
They both said it at the same time and laughed.
“Yeah,” Meghann said, leaning against her sister. “That kind of wedding. ”