On the cab ride back to the chapel, she waited for the panic, the doubt, to creep in on little cat feet. But nothing about marrying him felt crazy. It simply felt like the right next step. Saint Samantha was accepting this miracle and taking the leap, knowing her man would catch her. Wouldn’t that shock her friends to hell and back?
“The paperwork is all in order. Excellent. You just need to select the rings. We have a lovely selection just over here.”
They trailed the slim, classy blonde with Dolly Parton hair over to a jewelry case and peered inside.
Catching Griff’s frown, Sam leaned into him. “What is it?”
“I should’ve gotten you a ring.”
“We’re about to give each other rings. I don’t need something fancy. It’s just the symbolism of the thing.” She leaned over, pointed to a pair o
