“You told her?” Evan glances over my shoulder at Loretta, who’s greeting some new arrivals. “Just flat out told her the truth?” “I did.” I take a sip of mulled wine. “I mean, Loretta loved the story. I think she considers herself responsible. She says she wants to officiate our wedding someday.” The words slip out, and I shut my mouth tight. “She was joking, obviously.”
