“Riley, you didn’t try too hard either,” Kyle assessed. “After all, I know how you fought for the ball when we played five hundred.” Riley shrugged, looking over to Zeke. “Bouquet toss is for women who aren’t already married.” There was a long pause. And then a chorus of demands for her to explain. She laughed, leaning into Zeke before holding up her left hand. “None of you idiots noticed the ring?”
