Another M&M appeared in my hand. I slipped it into my mouth, laughing while the reader in front of me recalled the time she dropped her car off for an oil change and one of my audiobooks started playing when the mechanics turned it on. I would have been mortified, but it seemed to have worked out pretty well for her. She had a growing baby belly, a ring on her finger, and a hunk of a man wearing an Ernie’s Garage polo by her side.
