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of classes before I start student teaching — then I ’ m done. Done! Where life will take me from there depends on Beckham …
    Just as that thought crosses my mind, I spot a jewelry store on the corner. I choke out a laugh, both amused and anxious about the coincidence.
    “ Are you okay? What was that? ” asks Beck with a laugh.
    I look up at him, back at the jewelry store and then back up at him. It ’ s not my intention to give him a hint, which is good, considering his smiling eyes don ’ t leave my face. At the same time, I ’ m not sure if I ’ m feeling brave enough to ask the question that has now successfully invaded my mind. It might be true that talking to this man is easy and that I feel comfortable with him and that I know he ’ ll listen no matter what I want to talk about — but I ’ m still human. Furthermore, I ’ m a girl .
    Then again, my curiosity will nag at me if I don ’ t take this moment to ask the question that might just lead me to a few answers I ’ ve been waiting for. I push aside my nerves and clear my throat before asking, “ Are you going to take me ring shopping or were you going to try and go it alone? ”

    Heat claws its way up my spine and latches onto my neck. Instinctively, I move my free hand to massage the anxiety away. That is definitely not a question I was expecting to hear just now; but when I look down at her, I see that she is patiently waiting for an answer and I know that I have to give her one.
    “ I guess, when the time comes, I ’ ll go it alone. I might ask Avery for her help. ”
    She pauses a beat before responding. “ When the time comes? Does that mean you haven ’ t thought about it? ”
    I stifle a groan. I have this bad feeling that I ’ m about to get in trouble. The truth is, I haven ’ t thought about it. I mean, of course I realize that I ’ ll have to get her a ring eventually . I ’ m not ready to pick one out right now, so what is there to think about?
    Obviously, I can ’ t say that. The last thing I want to do is hurt Addison ’ s feelings. I know that she ’ s probably thought so much about rings it would make my head spin. And why shouldn ’ t she? She ’ s the one who gets to wear the engagement ring … eventually .
    “ I ’ ve thought about us getting married . You know that. ”
    She flinches, clearly not satisfied with my answer, and I wait for the other shoe to drop. Suddenly, her pace is slower and I have to adjust my stride to match hers. I ’ m no longer apprehensive about getting into trouble — I ’ m there. Her mind is so busy, her feet can barely keep up.
    “ Beckham … are you planning on marrying me before you go to medical school? ” she finally asks.
    An all too familiar knot of fear tangles in my stomach. “ Babe, that ’ s more than a year away. ”
    She flinches again, pulling my arm from around her. She doesn ’ t drop my hand, though, which is a good sign — but the look on her face …
    “ Beckham, ” I wish she would stop calling me by my full name , “ do you plan on eloping? Because if not, that means we have a wedding to plan. Do you know how long it takes to plan a wedding? ” I don ’ t know what to say so I lift my shoulders in a feeble shrug. “ Beckham —”
    “ Addison …”
    She stops walking and turns to face me. “ I know for the past four years we ’ ve had nothing but time, but now we ’ re running out of time. We have a year left before you head off to whatever medical school you get accepted into and I start teaching. A year. That ’ s practically nothing . I ’ d prefer for both of those things to happen in the same place. I ’ d prefer to be married by then. Is it seriously a possibility that we won ’ t be? Are you going to ask me to follow you without marrying you? Or are we going to do long distance? I mean — what are you saying? ”
    She isn ’ t yelling, but I can read the panic in her eyes just as well as I can feel the fear in my gut. She is right.