“Still going to be rough at times, but he’s worth it now,” she said, holding my gaze with eyes the color of the ocean. “You just had to wait to discover that.”

Um.

I didn’t know what to say.

She was obviously talking about Brock. She had told me once that he hadn’t been worth it yet, and I thought she had been telling me that he simply wasn’t worth it at all.

“Holy shit,” Steph exploded, leaning back in her seat. “Is that a wedding ring on your finger?” Her hand darted out and she snapped up Katie’s arm. “That is a so a wedding ring.”

“What?” Abby demanded. “When did you get married?”

“Who did you marry?” Roxy asked.

Calla, who hadn’t headed back to work, shook her head in wonder. “And do we know him?”

Katie giggled. “Yes. I got married last weekend. We eloped to Vegas.” Popping back a step, she wiggled her finger. “And you all don’t know him,” she said, “Not yet. But you will. And he will be your favorite.”

Not a single one of us batted an eyelash.

“And when will we meet him?” Calla asked.

“Soon.” She tapped Calla on the nose. “Very soon.”

“I’m sorry. Hold on a second,” I said, shaking my head. “How did you meet this guy?”

“Well,” Katie said, lifting her shot. “Let’s just say he was a very, very determined patron of the club.” Winking, she took the shot and then lowered the glass. “And we have been together for like eight years. So it was about time we jumped the broom.”

Steph’s jaw nearly hit the table. “What? You’ve been with this guy since then?”

She shrugged a shoulder. “Yes.”

“Why haven’t you told us?” Roxy looked like she was about to hit Katie next.

“When did I have a chance to talk to you guys about my man? Y’all are a bunch of dramalicious bitches who constantly need my wise and sage advice.” She planted a hand on her hip. “And it’s not like I’d ever come to any of you for relationship advice. For realsies.”

For some reason, I found that hilariously funny. Maybe because it was accurate. Tipping my head back, I laughed—laughed hard enough that I think I hurt my abs.

Steph was also laughing and she looked like she was seconds away from peeing herself. From that point, Katie told us about her man, who apparently none of us knew about, while I sipped my Coke. Time passed. Calla and Roxy returned to the bar. Katie stole someone’s chair and brought it over to our table.

I saw the crowd parting, making way for Brock like he was some kind of extraordinarily hot Moses.