“We should egg his house.”
I met her eyes and we both burst into laughter. When I finally got ahold of myself, I leaned my head against the seat and looked over at her. Reaching over, I took her hand. “Forgive me?”
She rolled her eyes. “Duh.”
I caught a flash from her hand and gasped when I saw a diamond glistening from her ring finger. “You’re married?!”
She blushed, something I’d only ever seen her do once or twice, and nodded. “For a couple of years now.”
“Who? Someone from town?”
“No.” She took a deep breath in and met my eyes. “She’s from Oklahoma. We met at college.”
My smile stretched my face until it hurt and I undid my seatbelt to stretch across the seat and hug her. “That’s amazing, Meg. You’re happy?”
“More than I thought possible.”
“Can I meet her?” I caught her hand and studied the ring. “And her jeweler?”
Megan pushed me away, grinning. “She is the jeweler, so it’ll be easy for you to meet both. Also, part of me forgiving you is that you’re helping me today.”
Before I could gush about her wife being an amazing jeweler, I hesitated at her expression. “What are we doing?”
“Cleaning penises off the potato chip.”