Page 106 of Take Me Higher
“Thanks. Given how well you knew him and how much he respected the two of you, that means a lot.”
Mitch hugged him, too. “You and Jennifer are welcome at our home anytime, as are your mother and sister. Please give them both our love.”
“I will. I’ll be in touch soon.” Then he turned and walked away.
Megs held up the framed photograph. “It’s almost like it was yesterday.”
Then the music died out, and Rain took the mic. “All you single ladies make your way to the dance floor. The bride is about to toss her bouquet.”
This was followed by squeals and a rush of young women.
Megs and Mitch got to their feet and threaded their way to the dance floor and up the stairs onto the stage. “How do I do this?”
Rain demonstrated. “Turn your back to the crowd and toss the flowers over your shoulder. No peeking.”
“Easy enough.” Megs turned her back to the women—and let the bouquet fly.
Cheers.
She turned to find Sasha, who was standing off to the side and not on the dance floor, holding the flowers, a stunned look on her face. “I don’t even have a boyfriend.”
Laughter.
Megs and Mitch thanked Joe and Rain and their friends, wished everyone a good night, and then gathered their belongings. The entire pub seemed to follow them outside, where Gridwall was waiting by their SUV.
“Your chariot awaits.” He motioned toward the vehicle, its rear bumper festooned with white streamers.
Then Megs and Mitch saw the rear windshield and laughed.
Written in white were the words,“Finally Married.”
