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sleeve. “Nothing.”
    “Hmm” was all she said as he took her hand in
his. It didn’t take long before they were at her favorite
restaurant, a Chinese place that catered to her vegan desires.
That’s when she knew he was definitely up to something, but it
didn’t seem as sinister as it had before.
    They ate an enjoyable meal, but she still
felt anxious, wondering what he was planning. When the dishes were
cleared away, he pulled a small black box out of his pocket and
opened the lid. Inside was a beautiful but almost gaudy diamond
ring. “I know we’ve already talked about it, kitten, but I’d like
to formally ask for your hand in marriage.” Part of her was
horrified, but the girly part, the part that believed in fairytales
and romance, was rapt and giddy. “Should I ask your dad
instead?”
    She giggled and threw her arms around his
neck. “You already know my answer, silly.” In a matter of seconds,
he had her hand in his and was slipping the ring on her left ring
finger.
    “On that subject…when I get back in August,
do you want to move in together?”
    She felt her eyebrows jump up her forehead.
She supposed that was an eventuality, but that made it
so… real . She forced a smile and said, “Yeah, we should.”
    She wore the ring all night. They went to his
apartment where he lived by himself, unlike Emily who had to have a
roommate to be able to afford it, and they made love, just like
always, but as she lay in his arms, trying to sleep, she couldn’t
shake the feeling of emptiness, and she felt guilty, because she
knew that now, more than ever, she should be feeling full and
happy.
    * * *
    Clay stood up and ran his fingers through his
hair at the scalp. “Well, shit, Mary. That sucked. What the hell
kind of stuff did you put in that ad? My questions sounded lame,
and I definitely don’t think I can work with that guy.”
    Mary tried not to smile, but her brown eyes
crinkled in the corners anyway. “Just because he doesn’t know who
Alter Bridge or Sevendust are doesn’t mean he would be a bad
personal assistant.”
    “Yeah, it fuckin’ would . What the hell
would we talk about?”
    Mary started laughing now. “The work you need
him to do. Didn’t you look at his resumé?”
    “No. Was I supposed to?”
    “You should. I can do this myself, but this
person is going to help you , not me. You really need to
choose them yourself.”
    He rolled his eyes. “Fine. But first I think
I need to read the ad you wrote.”
    Mary led the way to his office and opened up
the document on the computer. “Here.”
    Clay sat down and read the ad. “Holy shit.
That sounds really good and professional.” He looked at Mary.
“Nothing like me, really.”
    She stared him down. “Nobody would want to
apply for an ad you’d write.”
    He raised his eyebrows and laughed. “You’re
probably right. So how the hell did you learn to write like
that?”
    Mary giggled. “I looked at a bunch of ads
where people were looking for an assistant, and I just copied and
pasted parts I thought sounded good.”
    Clay shook his head. “So where are these
resumés? I guess I should read them, huh?”
    “That would be a good idea. I printed them
out. They’re in the file folder on the kitchen table.”
    As they walked back to the kitchen, Clay
said, “Maybe I should hire you to be my assistant.”
    Mary laughed. “I don’t think so.”
    “Why not? I already know you’re more
organized than me.”
    “I don’t want to travel with you, for
starters. When you’re on tour, I have extra time with my family.
And even though you’re a pig, I think you’re a nice guy. I don’t
think I’d like you much if I had to be your assistant.”
    “ Pig? Hell, do you even like me now ?”
    “Most of the time.” They got to the kitchen
and she handed him the file folder with resumés. “Here. Read
up.”
    Clay sat at the table where they’d been just
moments before. Mary had printed a list of several questions and
written notes