more nervous, certain the something he wanted to talk about was the engagement ring he was going to give her. Sheâd been expecting it, her parents had been expecting it, all her friends had been expecting it. Instead, Keith had taken both her hands in his and said, âMo, I need to talk to you about something. I need you to understand. This is my problem. You didnât do anything to make meâ¦what Iâm trying to say is, I need more time. Iâm not ready to commit. I think we both need to experience a little more of lifeâs challenges. We both have good jobs, and I just got a promotion that will take effect the first of the year. Iâll be working in the New York office. Itâs a great opportunity, but the hours are long. Iâm going to get an apartment in the city. What I would like is for us toâ¦to take a hiatus from each other. I think two years will be good. Iâll be thirty and youâll be twenty-nine. Weâll be more mature, more ready for that momentous step.â
The hot tea scalded her tongue. She yelped. Sheâd yelped that night, too. Sheâd wanted to be sophisticated, blasé, to say, okay, sure, no big deal. She hadnât said any of those things. Instead sheâd cried, hanging on to his arm, begging to know if what he was proposing meant he was going to date others. His answer had crushed her and sheâd sobbed then. Heâd said things like, âSsshhh, itâs going to be all right. Two years isnât all that long. Maybe we arenât meant to be with each other for the rest of our lives. Weâll find out. Yes, itâs going to be hard on me, too. Look, I know this is a surpriseâ¦I didnât wantâ¦I was going to callâ¦This is what I propose. Two years from tonight, Iâll meet you right here, in front of the tree. Do we have a date, Mo?â She nodded miserably. Then heâd added, âLook, I have to leave, Mo. My boss is having a party in his townhouse in Princeton. It wonât look good if Iâm late. Christmas parties are a good way to network. Here, I got you a little something for Christmas.â Before she could dry her eyes, blow her nose, or tell him she had a ton of presents for him under the tree, he was gone.
It had been the worst Christmas of her life. The worst New Yearâs, too. The next Christmas and New Yearâs had been just as bad because her parents had looked at her with pity and then anger. Just last week they had called and said, âGet on with your life, Morgan. Youâve already wasted two years. In that whole time, Keith hasnât called you once or even dropped you a post card.â Sheâd been stubborn, though, because she loved Keith. Sharp words had ensued, and sheâd broken the connection and cried.
Tonight she had a date.
Life was going to be so wonderful. The strain between her and her parents would ease when they saw how happy she was.
Mo looked at the clock. Five-thirty. Time to shower, dress, pack up the Cherokee for her two-week vacation. Oh, life was good. She had it all planned. Theyâd go skiing, but first sheâd go to Keithâs apartment in New York, stay over, make him breakfast. Theyâd make slow, lazy love and if the mood called for it, theyâd make wild, animal love.
Two years was a long time to be celibateâand sheâd been celibate. She winced when she thought about Keith in bed with other women. He loved sex more than she did. There was no way heâd been faithful to her. She felt it in her heart. Every chance her mother got, she drove home her point. Her parents didnât like Keith. Her father was fond of saying, âI know his typeâheâs no good. Get a life, Morgan.â
Tonight her new life would begin. Unlessâ¦unless Keith was a no-show. Unless Keith decided the single life was better than a married life and responsibilities. God in heaven, what would she do if that happened?
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