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thinking about starting a family?”
    Dannika glances in the rearview mirror at us. “We are. I’m trying to eat right and”—she pauses—“we’re keeping the sheets tangled.”
    Casey sputters. “Oh my God. Gretchen needs to hear this.” She pulls out her phone to call her.
    Lori says, “Ewww, that’s her brother Dannika is talking about.”
    “Oh please, nothing is sacred to Gretchen.” Casey has video calling on, and Gretchen appears on the screen that Casey holds up for us.
    “Cupcake? Is that you?” asks Gretchen.
    Lori replies to Gretchen’s nickname for her. “It sure is. How’s school?”
    “Great. Derrick and I are getting fat and drinking too much coffee. How’s things with Kaleb?”
    “Awesome.”
    I squeeze into the area that is visible to Gretchen, and she says, “Hey, Megan. Tell me what I’m missing.”
    “So far we discussed the merits of wedding dress styles, Casey’s annoying us all with her fidgeting, and Dannika and Christian are trying to get pregnant.”
    Casey yells, “She says they’re keeping the sheets tangled.”
    Gretchen’s chuckle comes through before she says, “Please tell me everyone is skiing man mountain and doing me proud.”
    Casey pulls the phone back to face her. “Megan and Nick finally discovered car sex the other day.”
    Dannika asks, “What? Spill it.”
    I groan as Casey turns her cell to me. I say, “It’s pretty self-explanatory.”
    Lori jumps in. “Sex. In a car. On the way to work in broad daylight where everyone could see.”
    “Wait. No! We parked behind a dumpster.”
    Gretchen says, “Oh Megan, it’s not dumpster diving. You were supposed to ask for muff diving.”
    If she only knew. My face burns, and Casey squeals when she notices. “Oh my God! I think Nick did tickle her fancy. Dumpster diving has a whole new meaning now.”
    Everyone is laughing. I press the cold wine bottle to my cheek and say, “I’m totally dying here. Nick’s going out for dev team in a couple weeks.”
    “That’s great. He’ll get it, for sure,” says Gretchen.
    We continue to catch up for a while and end the call with a promise to ring back when we’re down to the final dress picks.
    Casey, Lori, and I are a little silly from wine coolers when we finally arrive at the dress shop. But Dannika scolds us into being appropriate before we get out of the car. Warmth rises from the sun-baked asphalt as we walk toward the door. Spring has arrived in the mile-high city, and it seems unreal compared to the snow-covered town we left a few hours ago. I lift my face to the sky, and a gentle breeze blows through my hair, making it tickle my neck.
    Dannika became friends with the shop owner at a trade show, and we get VIP treatment the moment we walk in. A very blond woman with too much makeup greets us. Dannika tells her who we are, and she says, “Ladies, right this way. I have your room all set up.”
    Lori and I look at each other and mouth, “Room?” We cover our mouths to suppress the fit of giggles that wants to escape. We are led to a space that is luxurious with overstuffed purple velvet couches and two large dressing rooms. There is a small stage for the bride to stand for alterations and a three-panel mirror behind it. On the glass table is a platter of tiny sandwiches, and champagne is chilling in a bucket of ice.
    Lori says, “Wow.” She eyes the alcohol, but Casey shakes her head.
    “No drinking until we pick your dresses.”
    I plop down on a couch with a sigh, and the cushion hugs my thighs. I say, “Good plan. But if you take too long deciding, all bets are off.”
    “You can drink while I try on dresses. I want to get you guys done first.”
    Dannika says, “Casey and I already found options online, and they should be in the dressing rooms.”
    Lori speaks over a mouthful of food. “Well, that’s easy.”
    I grin at Casey. “I should have known the control freak wouldn’t leave it to us to decide.”
    “You got that right. Now go.”