Brian laughed his easy, good-natured laugh and grabbed at the magazine, pretending for a moment to read it. Then he closed it and handed it back to Betsy, smiling. "Meggan is a florist and she's a genius. An artist or something. I walked into that shop and said, I need flowers, and it was like she replied, yes, but what's inside your heart?" Brian knew that wasn't very like himself, but it was true. He didn't need to mention that Meggan was gorgeous; Betsy could figure that out for herself.