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face she made in bed sometimes. In fact, her dreamy look had been his signal that the time had come.
    Although they’d already polished off a bottle of wine, he ordered champagne, noting the lift of her eyebrows and taking it as a good sign.
    In retrospect, maybe it was apprehension.
    Pleasantly buzzed from the wine, Eddie forged ahead with his plan. Natalie was almost secondary, a bit player to his starring role. That perception in itself should havebeen a clue. When the moment stopped being about Natalie or even the two of them as a couple, it could only mean trouble.
    The sommelier poured two glasses. Eddie offered a toast—something about their future, about a lifetime of happiness. The time had come.
    He was a traditionalist at heart. Unabashed by other Christmas-Eve guests, he went down on one knee and took her hand. At that moment, the theme song of The Christmas Caper came on the stereo. Maybe he should have recognized it as a bad sign.
    The song had definitely not been on Eddie’s playlist. The manager might have thought Eddie would like hearing the sweet, sentimental tune. Eddie would never know. Many people assumed that such a beloved movie must be loved by him, as well. All he knew was that the hated song intruded on the moment like a choking spell in the middle of a gourmet meal.
    And to top off the moment, this was the most heinous version in existence—the one recorded by an a cappella group known as the Christmas Belles, which had become a sensation on the Internet. The rendition was so sticky-sweet, he thought he might gag, just listening to it.
    But he was down on one knee. He was committed. He had to go through with this. There was no turning back now.
    He had carefully scripted the words, then memorized them so they wouldn’t sound scripted: “I love you. I want to be with you forever. Will you do me the honor of being my wife?”
    That was her cue to weep for joy, perhaps to be so overcome she couldn’t speak, could only nod vigorously: Yes, yes, yes, of course I’ll marry you. All around the restaurant, people would sigh over his performance.
    Then he would lift the lid of the small velvet jewel box, and a fresh wave of emotion would wash over her.
    It was perfect. It was unforgettable. It was going to turn Christmas into the happiest time of his life.
    There was one problem. Natalie didn’t follow the script. There were no joyful tears. No reciprocal declaration of love. Only a stricken expression of horror on her face.
    “Magic can happen, if only you belieeeeeeeeve,” sang the Christmas Belles in the background.
    Natalie didn’t nod. She looked nauseous, shook her head no. “I can’t. I’m sorry,” she said, getting up from the table and making a dash for the cloakroom.
    Eddie had dropped a too-big wad of cash on the table, grabbed the champagne bottle by the neck and left, despite knowing it was illegal to leave an establishment with an open container.
    Not caring.
    She was walking as fast as she could toward the train station.
    “Can we at least talk about this?” he asked.
    She kept walking. “I’m sorry if I ever gave you the impression that I’d be open to a proposal.”
    “Hell, you were sending out signals like Western Union,” he said. “What was I supposed to think?”
    “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
    “Yeah, excuse me all to hell for thinking you meant it when you said you loved me.”
    “I did,” she protested. “I do. But I’m not ready to marry anybody, and neither are you.”
    “Don’t tell me I’m not ready.”
    “Fine, I won’t. But here’s what I think. I think you don’t want to be married so much as you don’t want to be alone.”
    “Hey, it’s one thing to turn me down. Don’t psychoanalyze me on top of everything else.”
    From there, the argument devolved into a rehashing of each other’s faults, and after she boarded the Albany-bound train alone, he was ready to concede that yes, he had probably been hasty in proposing