“I was thinking,” Hannah says as she raises her mug to her lips. “We should get married.” I’m in the middle of pouring some orange juice, and my hand freezes mid-pour. “Oh yeah?” I keep my tone casual. She takes a demure sip, then flashes a little smile. “If you’re into it.” It’s pretty hard not to throw my OJ glass on the floor, dropkick Hannah’s mug out of her hand, and maul her. “Yeah, I could be into it.”
