“They're Irish Claddagh rings,” said Matt. “Did I pronounce that right?”
Jim snorted. “Beats me, mate.” He took one of the rings and slid it on. “We sent the sizes to Mr. Harris.”
Sam handed Gina the smallest ring and slid on his own. “Heart toward the fingers means available. Heart toward the hand means… taken.” From behind her he held out his hand. Taken.
The other two held up theirs. Taken. Taken.
All eyes on her, Gina slipped the ring on, heart pointed in. Taken.
Another kiss on her head and Sam moved back to his seat. He was the only one at the table not smiling.
“Damn,” Marie laughed to Barbara, “I think that's the sweetest thing I've ever seen.”
“Open ours next,” said Matt.
Theirs was a plane ticket, flying out to San Francisco right after Christmas and returning to Atlanta
