Wren frowns. “What kind of ‘something else’?” I tap the empty space on her left ring finger. “This kind of something else.” A little disbelieving guffaw escapes her lips and she clamps both hands over her mouth. Then she stares at me through her laced fingers with wide eyes. “That’s insane,” she murmurs. “You’re insane.” “I think it’s the sanest thought I’ve had all year.”
