the loving you part that would make me
less. It’s what I do with the rest of me, because unless we are the same
person, there will always be a part of me that has needs that you can’t
fulfill. Love is the greatest of all treasures, but I need more than love to
survive and I need to love myself as much as I love you. I would want that for
you, too.”
Jon sighed and clasped his hands on his belly, staring at
the ceiling. “Okay, let me try this another way then. Will you shift your job
hunt to DC?” He turned his head toward me. Despite the darkness, I didn’t need
to see his eyes to know what they held.
“Yes. I will. Of course I will.” God help me. I knew
absolutely nothing about our Nation’s capital, had only visited once in my
life. Yet here I was promising to move hundreds of miles away to be with my
boyfriend of what? A month? Less than that if you counted from when we first
admitted our feelings for each other.
But me in a government job? I shuddered at the idea. I was
so not cut out for bureaucracy. That much I knew already.
Jon kissed me, long and hard, before pulling my back to his
chest. We slept that way until morning when I woke and discovered he had left
for work already.
Chapter 11
On Saturday, Jon took me to Six
Flags Over Texas. It was a little chilly but we’d bundled up nicely and it gave
me a bulletproof excuse to tuck inside his coat fronts whenever we waited in
line. At the end of the evening back at his place, he brought the ring out and
proposed again. I said “no” and we carried on with our evening, though he still
refused to let me try it on.
On Sunday, we went to a very sexy movie that had us tearing
each other’s clothes off as soon as he threw the lock on his apartment door. He
proposed again, and again I said “no,” but at least he let me stare at that
ring a little longer. Still no go on trying it on, however.
No Jon Monday through Friday because he had a stakeout to
man. He managed to call and propose every night nevertheless. I told him if I
hadn’t said “yes” with the ring and him on bended knee right in front of me, I
sure as hell wasn’t going to accept him over the phone.
He brought me roses on Saturday and took me horseback
riding. Proposing in the saddle didn’t work either, though I gave him props for
controlling his horse while trying to slip a bridle on me.
Sunday morning he made me breakfast and on the serving tray
he included a wrapped package. Inside the package was a beautiful card that
said simply, “Marry me?” and the ring tucked securely in its black Kruger’s
ring box. He let me study the ring but drew the line at allowing me to try it
on, reiterating that only a “yes” answer would unlock the door to that
privilege. I supposed I couldn’t blame him.
We repeated a similar pattern for the two weeks that
followed, and by then had begun to laugh about the predictability of our dates.
I searched for a job in DC, but not knowing the market and
being a long distance applicant didn’t do me any favors in my hunt. I helped
Jon pack up and ship his stuff East. The last two days he lived with me since he
had no bed or furniture.
I had found a job temping for a computer store. They needed
someone to balance their bank accounts that were hopelessly muddled. The work
was easy, and I actually liked the people there. I worked full time while the
assignment lasted. At the rate I was cleaning everything up, though, I wouldn’t
have many more hours to work there.
Jon continued to urge me to move with him, but I hadn’t
given notice on my apartment yet and my crummy car was in dire need of
maintenance before I would even attempt to drive it across the country.
The last morning he stowed his suitcase inside Christine’s
trunk, and kissed me goodbye as I bawled my eyes out at the curb. Christine,
bless her heart, wouldn’t start. Her battery was dead, or so we thought. When
Jon checked under her hood, he found nothing amiss, and a
less. It’s what I do with the rest of me, because unless we are the same
person, there will always be a part of me that has needs that you can’t
fulfill. Love is the greatest of all treasures, but I need more than love to
survive and I need to love myself as much as I love you. I would want that for
you, too.”
Jon sighed and clasped his hands on his belly, staring at
the ceiling. “Okay, let me try this another way then. Will you shift your job
hunt to DC?” He turned his head toward me. Despite the darkness, I didn’t need
to see his eyes to know what they held.
“Yes. I will. Of course I will.” God help me. I knew
absolutely nothing about our Nation’s capital, had only visited once in my
life. Yet here I was promising to move hundreds of miles away to be with my
boyfriend of what? A month? Less than that if you counted from when we first
admitted our feelings for each other.
But me in a government job? I shuddered at the idea. I was
so not cut out for bureaucracy. That much I knew already.
Jon kissed me, long and hard, before pulling my back to his
chest. We slept that way until morning when I woke and discovered he had left
for work already.
Chapter 11
On Saturday, Jon took me to Six
Flags Over Texas. It was a little chilly but we’d bundled up nicely and it gave
me a bulletproof excuse to tuck inside his coat fronts whenever we waited in
line. At the end of the evening back at his place, he brought the ring out and
proposed again. I said “no” and we carried on with our evening, though he still
refused to let me try it on.
On Sunday, we went to a very sexy movie that had us tearing
each other’s clothes off as soon as he threw the lock on his apartment door. He
proposed again, and again I said “no,” but at least he let me stare at that
ring a little longer. Still no go on trying it on, however.
No Jon Monday through Friday because he had a stakeout to
man. He managed to call and propose every night nevertheless. I told him if I
hadn’t said “yes” with the ring and him on bended knee right in front of me, I
sure as hell wasn’t going to accept him over the phone.
He brought me roses on Saturday and took me horseback
riding. Proposing in the saddle didn’t work either, though I gave him props for
controlling his horse while trying to slip a bridle on me.
Sunday morning he made me breakfast and on the serving tray
he included a wrapped package. Inside the package was a beautiful card that
said simply, “Marry me?” and the ring tucked securely in its black Kruger’s
ring box. He let me study the ring but drew the line at allowing me to try it
on, reiterating that only a “yes” answer would unlock the door to that
privilege. I supposed I couldn’t blame him.
We repeated a similar pattern for the two weeks that
followed, and by then had begun to laugh about the predictability of our dates.
I searched for a job in DC, but not knowing the market and
being a long distance applicant didn’t do me any favors in my hunt. I helped
Jon pack up and ship his stuff East. The last two days he lived with me since he
had no bed or furniture.
I had found a job temping for a computer store. They needed
someone to balance their bank accounts that were hopelessly muddled. The work
was easy, and I actually liked the people there. I worked full time while the
assignment lasted. At the rate I was cleaning everything up, though, I wouldn’t
have many more hours to work there.
Jon continued to urge me to move with him, but I hadn’t
given notice on my apartment yet and my crummy car was in dire need of
maintenance before I would even attempt to drive it across the country.
The last morning he stowed his suitcase inside Christine’s
trunk, and kissed me goodbye as I bawled my eyes out at the curb. Christine,
bless her heart, wouldn’t start. Her battery was dead, or so we thought. When
Jon checked under her hood, he found nothing amiss, and a
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