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fat, expectant, swollen tootsies into my Donald Pliners, and then saying something like, if they don’t fit you anymore, Ashley, I’ll take them .
    “I’m not going.” I cross my arms in front of me. If I’m going to take the blame for us not having a family yet, I may as well take it in person.
    “Well, that’s good. Stay. My sister said she wanted to see the City. Maybe you can take her to see the Liberty Bell while I’m at work. Introduce her to all the delightful sugary, caffeinated goodness that is Wawa.”
    He called my bluff. Kevin knows I’d head to Tunisia rather than spend time with my sister-in-law – and I don’t even know where Tunisia is. While this doesn’t make me the best Christian on the planet, it does make me sane. Kevin hops out of the car, walks around the car to open my side. He swings the car door open with a bit too much vigor.
    He kisses me as I stand up. “I promise. I won’t let my sister manipulate me.”
    I’ve got no choice but to believe him. As we walk across the pedestrian bridge to the terminal, I’m reminded how love has no rhyme or reason.
    As a single woman—or “reason” as I liked to call myself, I tried so hard for a man’s attention. Lesser men than Kevin, and I just scared them off like I was some kind of bunny boiler. In contrast, Kevin simply loved me. To see him, one would think he belongs with a darling petite blonde, who has shampoo commercial hair and one of those tiny waists you’re tempted to try to fit your hands around. But he’s with me, and while I may question it every day, I wish someone told me: You don’t have to work that hard for real love. God just makes it happen. It might have spared me heartache, and a few cringe-worthy moments. Maybe even a brush or two with the law while I was overreacting.
    “Emily won’t be here when I return, right? Because I’m not sure I can glimpse my gorgeous, golden California Mountains and find the stamina to get on the plane to come back to my sister-in-law. No offense.”
    Kevin smirks at me. “I’m here in Philly. Don’t you want to come back to me?”
    Darn it. He’s got me there, and he knows it.
    I gaze into Kevin’s green eyes, and I know that it isn’t really a concern that I’d never return to him. He’s stuck with me. He promised in front of the minister and everything. However, I don’t want to covet, and I covet my old job and my old life in countless ways. I wrap my arms around him tightly and press myself against his chest, fighting back the tears.
    “Ashley, you’re only going for a visit. I’ll be working on the study for long hours. That’s why this is the best time. Quit acting like you’ll never see me again.”
    I nod as I pull away. It’s not Kevin’s fault that I have no life in Philadelphia. It’s mine. And I fear if I don’t find one before we move elsewhere, this might be my lot in life. Saint Paul was content in jail, so what’s wrong with me? To be a washed-up patent attorney who used to dress well, who used to sing at church and who used to host parties and Bible studies?
    “Emily may look after Rhett, but don’t just ignore him when you get home. He’ll be so excited to see you at the end of the day. Be sure and let him give you his version of a hug.”
    Kevin nods. “I hate when that dog licks me. Can’t you train him?”
    “I have trained him. Rhett loves you, that’s his sign of affection.”
    “Hmm.”
    We walk into the Philadelphia airport, which is white, bright and open—as if you’re entering the Promised Land. My bright pink luggage stands out like a neon jumpsuit at an Amish gathering. I scan my license and check my luggage. As I hand it off to the attendant, I hike my laptop case over my shoulder and gaze longingly at my husband.
    “Really? You can’t even come with me for a few days?”
    “The next move will be permanent, honey. I promise. Go and think about where you’d like to live. I’ll send you a list of my top choices for the