by Dawn Eastman
I pulled the tissue paper out of the box and saw a key sitting in the bottom. I met Mac’s eyes. “Is this to your house?”
“Clytemnestra Fortune,” he said, “I love you.”
“Wait! Stop,” I said. I remembered the look his mother had given him and the grumpy way he snatched the ring box off the floor.
“What?”
“Did your mother put you up to this?”
He pulled me closer. “Of course not.”
“It’s just, I know you’ve been arguing about something. And I saw her nod at you when you picked up the box . . .”
“Clyde.” He put his hand on my chin and tilted my head up so I had to look in his eyes. “I’ve been waiting for months to go away with you. And I want to spend as much time as possible with you when we get back. Nothing has changed.”
“Even if I don’t go back to the police force? Even if I use my psychic abilities?”
“What? Of course. The only reason I was arguing with my mother was because I wanted to wait to ask you to move in with me until I could do it the way I had planned.” He turned away from me. “I wanted it to be romantic. On the beach, with the moon shining on the ocean, in a place far away from here.”
“That sounds nice,” I said.
“But, we aren’t there. We’re here and it doesn’t matter because we’re together.”
“Well, then, yes. But I think I’ll need to give you a key to my place instead.”
He smiled and kissed me and from the other side of the door I heard, “I knew it!”
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