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It was like any other night we went out for dinner except he said he was making up for being horrible when he came home from work the night before. He was loving, and charming, and kissed me until I almost melted to the floor and suggested we come home. And when we walked through the door upon our return home I swear he kissed the life out of me.
    “Precious,” he whispered. I love that word. It started with a play on words; he used to call me his 'precious jewels' but now he simply calls me 'precious.' “You make me the happiest man alive.” Butterflies took flight in my belly. “You gave everything up for me. Your family, your friends, your career, and you came with me when you didn't know if what we had was real.” His hands clung to my cheeks. “And I've done nothing to prove your leap of faith was justified.”
    “I—”
    His thumb silenced my protest. “It's time I rectified that.”
    Slowly, his palm trails the length of my arm as he goes down on ... one ...knee. Oh God, what is he doing? His other hand reaches into the breast pocket of his shirt and withdraws a yellow band that glitters beneath the sun setting outside our front room window. “Julia Anderson, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”
    Oh....
    Oh... wow!
    I can't talk. My heart is thudding in my chest. I can't believe it. I never expected this. I mean, we've been heading down the aisle since we left New York. But a real proposal? This is ... I'm speechless.
    “Julia?”
    “Wayne, you know it's a yes. You romantic old fool, you.” I laugh as he tugs me onto his knee and momentum carries us over. We topple into a heap on the floor, giggling between the kisses and the whispers of love.
    Now I have an ice rink on my left hand. Actually it's more like a frozen pond but it's a real diamond and I love it. It's late Saturday afternoon and I'm preparing dinner for when Wayne comes home from the precinct. He made a breakthrough on a big case and they arrested someone earlier in the week so he's putting in extra hours before their time runs out.
    Actually, I'm surprised he took me out last night. He must have been planning it for a while to give me priority over the case. It's the same one he came to Los Angeles to help solve. The Homicide Highway Murderer has made the national news with his last few victims so I know more about him than Wayne is willing to share. His victims are all found along the highway between Los Angeles and Malibu. Their cars abandoned after a breakdown. The press say his calling card is a flat tire but the police haven't confirmed it.
    I haven't bought the newspaper today. There were only two major stories in the last couple of days; the Homicide Highway Murderer's arrest and the e-fit of him is disturbing. He has these jaded dark eyes. So, of course to balance out his creepiness is the long awaited second wedding of Ashleigh's twin sister, Mimi, and her long term movie star boyfriend Justin Ramirez. Their first was cancelled when Ashleigh's stepfather died, and this is their second attempt so it’s all over the front pages because they've had a lot of press coverage recently, more than usual, and none of it has been good and all of it about Ashleigh's twin.
    I really don't want to think about Ashleigh or her family, so I'm listening to the radio and designing my own wedding dress. I'm trying to keep her out of my head. But it isn't working. I know she's in LA. And I feel a little out of sorts because she hasn't made an effort to talk to me. I guess I've been pretending to myself that maybe she hasn't been here at all in the last three years. But deep down I know she has and I guess I'm just not that important to her. Which makes me wonder how many times she's come to LA since I moved here and if my brother and his family have ever visited the Valentina’s with her? Maybe he was in LA now. I wouldn't know and he wouldn't tell me.
    I guess I have some residual guilt over the way things have turned out. I mean, I don't