“You should see your face right now,” Ben said. “It’s priceless.” He held up his phone and snapped a photo. Samantha couldn’t even move. She just didn’t believe it.
“But why?” Samantha asked. She looked at Ben for an answer. “Why would she do that?”
Ben shrugged and texted someone. Samantha bet that it was Gretchen and that he was sending her the photo. She still was shocked by it. That woman. During the dinner party at the Martin’s all those many months ago, Gretchen had said little. She mostly stayed by the outside. She must have heard Samantha describe Ben’s shape and then somehow she decided that they would be good together. Samantha didn’t know what Gretchen had been thinking, but she was glad that she did that.
“She likes to mettle,” Ben said. “Especially when it’s my business. Sh
