“And I suppose you and I arranged all of this back when we were having tea in the ethers.”
“No, I don’t suppose it. I know we did.”
The angels have their backs turned to the pair.
David turns to Brooke. “Haven’t I seen you here before?”
The expression she gives him is so wry it can’t even be called a smile.
“I’ve been waiting for you my whole life,” Jack whispers to Emily early the next morning.
“Same here,” she whispers back. “By the way...just for the record...in case you were wondering—”
“Yes, what are you stalling about?”
“Well, are you going to ask me to marry you? Because if you are, I’d say yes.”
She dives under the covers to hide her face. After recovering from his momentary shock, Jack dives after her.
In a very fine restaurant, some very fine wine is poured by a very fine waiter for a very fine couple. They clink their glasses, although the toast is made only with their eyes.
Jack points out the window. “What’s that?”
Emily tries to figure out what he was pointing at, and when she turns back to ask him, a distinctive small jewelry box sits on the table before her.
She jumps up and grabs him. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
“I haven’t even asked you yet!”
“Yes! Yes! Yes!”
“Emily, can you sit your delectable derriere back down?” She sits down again, but probably still with some air between the chair and her delectable derriere. “Emily, will you marry me?”
“Oh, yesssssss!” she cries.
Jack slides the ring on her finger, and they kiss amidst many smiles from the diners around them.
The next day, they head back to the mall to buy those wedding rings they’d found themselves looking at just a week prior, which had been just two days after they met. After they purchase the rings, they pack up a Jeep borrowed from a friend of Jack’s—Emily’s rental had long since been returned—for a trip to Idaho...with a stop in Las Vegas on the way.
A little fast? No chance. Well, it might’ve been for some, but not in this case. Remember those forty qualities that Jack listed with such deliberation? Emily is or has all forty of them. The last thing on his list was, “She has her own list of all the qualities she wants in her mate, and I surpass them all.”
She didn’t have many items on her list: “Spiritual powerhouse. Family man. Gets me.” Well, perhaps that last one entails forty items in itself.
But they’d also done their work, put in their time in so many ways, and neither of them needed it to happen. That’s usually when it does.
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