“To us!” Megan Flannigan said as she raised her glass for a toast.
The rest of the women raised their glasses, too, and Lizzie murmured in agreement. Around the table sat Sara Thornton, née Flannigan; her sister, Megan, who was engaged to Caleb Thornton; Abby Davison, Mark Thornton’s fiancée; and Jubilee Thornton. And then there was Lizzie, who was not engaged, or married, or at all attached, and she told herself she was quite content with being single right now.
Megan had texted everyone last week to schedule a girls’ night, and they’d decided on a seafood place that was famous for its oysters. Lizzie was only thankful they hadn’t chosen one of Trent’s restaurants. The last thing she needed was to see Trent.
It had been almost three weeks since that kiss outside her apartment, and two
