"Well," I said, surveying the minimal damage to my bumper, "this is certainly familiar, isn't it?"
Melissa's eyes widened slightly. "What do you mean?"
I smiled, feeling genuinely amused. "Don't you remember? The emergency call you made to Ethan while we were shopping for wedding dresses? You claimed someone rear-ended you at a stoplight."
Ethan shifted uncomfortably. "Amber, that's not—"
"It's fine," I interrupted, waving a hand dismissively. "Ancient history. Let's just exchange insurance information and be done with this."
Melissa stepped forward, one hand on her slightly rounded belly. "Actually, Amber, could we maybe—"
Before she could finish, I pulled out my phone. "I'm calling Mason. He can handle this properly."
(Melissa's POV)
I couldn't take my eyes off Amber's ca
