“You guys are so cute. I remember when I used to look at Tanner that way,” Sarah says. “Now I just pray he doesn’t leave me for someone who can still see her own feet.”
“Oh, you mean Tanner Fielding who looks at you like his next breath can’t happen unless you smile? Yeah, I can see how you’d be worried,” I say. I pause, almost telling her what happened last night with Ryan and Alyssa on the pool deck, but it feels wrong to share. That’s Ryan’s business, and he handled it, and then he proved to me that I’m his one-and-only. Multiple times, actually.
How did I get so lucky?
My phone buzzes with a text message—from my dad: Any chance you can come to Pdx to look for a dress? Is it weird that I want to be a part of that? Do dads do that?
I respond: Absolutely. It wouldn’t be the same witho
