Cast the Cards

Her throat began to close. Is this a Dear Jane Speech? Pulse skyrocketing, she swallowed, breathing heavy.

“Do you need pain medication?” Clark’s eyes were wide and full of concern.

“No, just give it to me straight. You want out? “

“What! No.” Carey shook his head from side to side vigorou

sly.

“No?” She breathed a sigh of relief.

“Jesus, Vannah,” Carey held her hand between his own. “We want the exact opposite.” He glanced over at his brother.

“Savannah, will you marry us?” Their voice blended together in perfect harmony, sweet and sincere. Tears formed in her eyes. The three of them together again, forever sounded just about right to her.

“Yes.”

“I know you can only marry Carey really, but we’d consider it a three-way m—”

“Clark. Shut up and kiss me.”

“Yes ma’am.” He leaned in and kissed her. Carey’s laughter filled her ear. Finally after all the heartache they’d found their way back to happiness, and to each other.