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the other AUSAs returned to the office, she’d be able to take two full weeks off for her honeymoon without feeling guilty about sticking someone else with the extra caseload.
After the waiter had poured their champagne, Jon clinked his glass to hers. “To new beginnings,” he said with a mischievous look.
Rylann smiled. “To new beginnings.”
They each took a sip, then Jon reached across the table and took her hand. As always, he looked handsome in his suit and with his dark hair perfectly styled. On his wrist he wore the watch she’d bought him for his last birthday. She’d spent more money on the gift than she’d intended, but he’d seemed oddly down about turning the big three-five, and she’d decided to splurge to cheer him up.
“So there’s something I want to ask you.” He stroked her fingers with his thumb. “You know that this last birthday got to me. Since then, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about the direction my life is headed. And even though I know what I want, I think I freaked out because it’s such a big step.” He paused and took a deep breath.
Rylann squeezed his hand reassuringly. “You’re ner-
vous.”
He chuckled. “A little, maybe.”
“Just come out with it,” she teased. “We already have the champagne.”
With that, Jon looked into her eyes.
“I want to move to Italy.”
Rylann blinked.
“Italy?” she repeated.
Jon nodded, the words coming easier for him now. “A spot opened up in our Rome office, and I put my name in.” He threw out his hands and laughed like a kid who’d just been told he was going to Disney World. “Italy! How great is that?”
“That is…something.” Rylann did a mental headshake, trying to make sense of things. Jon was a partner at McKinzey Consulting, and he’d worked his butt off to get there. At times, recently, he’d seemed a bit apathetic about his job, but not once had he ever mentioned transferring to
Italy
.
“What brought all this on?” she asked, feeling as if she were talking to a casual acquaintance and not the man she’d been dating for the last three years.
Jon took a hearty sip of champagne. “It’s been on my mind for a while. I don’t know…I’m thirty-five years old, and I’ve never really
done
anything. I went to school; I got a job. That basically sums up my life.” He gestured offhandedly to her. “Same with you.”
Rylann felt a flash of defensiveness at that. “I moved to San Francisco after law school, not knowing a single person out here. I’d say that was pretty adventurous.”
“Adventurous?” Jon scoffed. “You moved here because you’d landed a clerkship with a federal appellate judge. Besides, that was seven years ago. Maybe it’s time for a new adventure.” He grabbed her hand again. “Think about it. We can get an apartment near the Piazza Navona. Remember that trattoria we found there, the one with the yellow awning? You loved that place.”
“Why, yes, I did. As a nice place to visit on
vacation
.”
“And here comes the sarcasm,” Jon said, sitting back in his chair.
Rylann stopped another quip from rolling off her tongue. Fair enough—sarcasm wasn’t going to help the situation rightthen. “I’m just trying to catch up here. This Italy plan seems to be coming out of left field.”
“Well, you had to know something was up, with the champagne and everything,” Jon said.
Rylann stared at him. Wow. He really had no clue. “I thought you were going to propose.”
The silence that followed had to be one of the most awkward and embarrassing moments of her life. And suddenly, she knew that Italy was the least of their problems.
“I didn’t think marriage was something you wanted,” Jon finally said.
Rylann pulled back in disbelief. “What do you mean? We’ve talked about getting married. We’ve even talked about having kids.”
“We’ve also talked about getting a dog and buying a new couch for the living room,” Jon said. “We talk about a lot of
After the waiter had poured their champagne, Jon clinked his glass to hers. “To new beginnings,” he said with a mischievous look.
Rylann smiled. “To new beginnings.”
They each took a sip, then Jon reached across the table and took her hand. As always, he looked handsome in his suit and with his dark hair perfectly styled. On his wrist he wore the watch she’d bought him for his last birthday. She’d spent more money on the gift than she’d intended, but he’d seemed oddly down about turning the big three-five, and she’d decided to splurge to cheer him up.
“So there’s something I want to ask you.” He stroked her fingers with his thumb. “You know that this last birthday got to me. Since then, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about the direction my life is headed. And even though I know what I want, I think I freaked out because it’s such a big step.” He paused and took a deep breath.
Rylann squeezed his hand reassuringly. “You’re ner-
vous.”
He chuckled. “A little, maybe.”
“Just come out with it,” she teased. “We already have the champagne.”
With that, Jon looked into her eyes.
“I want to move to Italy.”
Rylann blinked.
“Italy?” she repeated.
Jon nodded, the words coming easier for him now. “A spot opened up in our Rome office, and I put my name in.” He threw out his hands and laughed like a kid who’d just been told he was going to Disney World. “Italy! How great is that?”
“That is…something.” Rylann did a mental headshake, trying to make sense of things. Jon was a partner at McKinzey Consulting, and he’d worked his butt off to get there. At times, recently, he’d seemed a bit apathetic about his job, but not once had he ever mentioned transferring to
Italy
.
“What brought all this on?” she asked, feeling as if she were talking to a casual acquaintance and not the man she’d been dating for the last three years.
Jon took a hearty sip of champagne. “It’s been on my mind for a while. I don’t know…I’m thirty-five years old, and I’ve never really
done
anything. I went to school; I got a job. That basically sums up my life.” He gestured offhandedly to her. “Same with you.”
Rylann felt a flash of defensiveness at that. “I moved to San Francisco after law school, not knowing a single person out here. I’d say that was pretty adventurous.”
“Adventurous?” Jon scoffed. “You moved here because you’d landed a clerkship with a federal appellate judge. Besides, that was seven years ago. Maybe it’s time for a new adventure.” He grabbed her hand again. “Think about it. We can get an apartment near the Piazza Navona. Remember that trattoria we found there, the one with the yellow awning? You loved that place.”
“Why, yes, I did. As a nice place to visit on
vacation
.”
“And here comes the sarcasm,” Jon said, sitting back in his chair.
Rylann stopped another quip from rolling off her tongue. Fair enough—sarcasm wasn’t going to help the situation rightthen. “I’m just trying to catch up here. This Italy plan seems to be coming out of left field.”
“Well, you had to know something was up, with the champagne and everything,” Jon said.
Rylann stared at him. Wow. He really had no clue. “I thought you were going to propose.”
The silence that followed had to be one of the most awkward and embarrassing moments of her life. And suddenly, she knew that Italy was the least of their problems.
“I didn’t think marriage was something you wanted,” Jon finally said.
Rylann pulled back in disbelief. “What do you mean? We’ve talked about getting married. We’ve even talked about having kids.”
“We’ve also talked about getting a dog and buying a new couch for the living room,” Jon said. “We talk about a lot of
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