“Wait…no need worry about it…I hear a key in the door. JJ is back.”
“What are you gonna do?”
“I don’t know…lemme call you back.”
“Call me RIGHT back. And put your cell phone and your keys in your pocket.”
“What? Why?”
“Just in case something jumps off and you need to run.”
“Punkin…Imma call you back.”
Click.
I walked into the living room and JJ was sitting on the sofa with his jacket on. Keys in his hand. I sat in his chair and looked straight ahead. I had so many questions and on top of that…I was boiling mad. But I wasn’t about to tell him anything I knew right off the bat.
“Mia…I’m sorry.” He said quietly.
I said nothing.
“Mia…please…please talk to me. Tell me you forgive me. My anger had nothing to do with you and I’m so sorry.” He came over and stood in front of me. I refused to look up and turned my head and looked out the window above the sofa. It was cherry blossom season and the tree out the window was full of soft pink blooms. I’ll always remember that view.
JJ dropped down in front of me and before I could register how close he was…he took my chin in his hand and tilted my face towards his. Even though I was so pissed at him I softened at being that close to his eyes and the tender look reserved for me there. And that’s why I never saw it coming. I didn’t see him slip his hand out and when he showed me the three carat solitaire and asked me to marry him…all the emotions I’d been bottling up made me burst into tears.
