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costumes, the orchestra. All of it. I just wanted to be with you.”
    Wow.
I couldn’t believe he would do all that for me, a pathetic cubicle accountant from the third floor. Maybe Paul saw something in me that I didn’t.
    When Paul opened his arms again, I couldn’t resist. I stepped into them, wrapping my arms around his waist and letting his scent envelop me. I rested my head against his chest and closed my eyes as I melted against him, soaking in his warmth.
    Paul kissed the top of my head. “Do you have any plans for tonight?”
    “No, why?”
    “We’re having dinner with my family.”

E PILOGUE
6 MONTHS LATER
    THE CAB dropped me off outside the theater, and I fixed my wig as I walked up to the ticket booth. The doors were closed; no show was playing tonight, but a solitary twenty-something girl was sitting in the ticket booth.
    “You must be Jason. Give me a minute to run around and open the door for you.”
    “Okay?”
    Why would Paul bring me to a theater that had no show playing?
    The front door opened and the girl stood aside to let me in. “Please go down to the front row, Kenickie is waiting for you. The show will start shortly.”
    “Thanks.”
    I had no idea what was going on, but I followed her instructions. Paul knew of my Danny/Kenickie fantasy and I hoped to God he was dressed up.
    When I entered the main theater it was empty. All the lights were dimmed but the stage was lit up like it would be for a performance. On stage was the front end of the Grease car and nothing else. When I stepped forward, the curtain closed, and I tried not to be disappointed. Apparently I wasn’t here to see a show.
    In the dim light, I saw Paul/Kenickie holding his hand out for me to take, his eyes shimmering.
    He pulled me into his arms and kissed me, long and deep.
    “Hmm.” I breathed him in while I tried to get my mind out of that kiss.
    “Come, sit. It will start in a minute.”
    As Paul sat in the seat, he twitched. His leg bounced, he kept wiping his hands on his jeans. Just as I was about to ask him what was going on, the music started and the curtain rose. Danny and Kenickie were sitting in the Grease car, facing us, their arms around each other’s shoulder as Danny pretended to drive.
    It took me only a second to recognize the song.
Hopelessly Devoted to You
rang out over the speakers as Danny and Kenickie took turns singing to each other, looking into each other’s eyes. The love they shared as they sang was tangible. I didn’t think anybody could act that well and it made me think these two actors were probably a couple off stage.
    Of course, I sang along with them but it wasn’t until Paul stood up, dragging me into his arms to dance that I choked up, unable to get the words out. I didn’t need to sing, Paul sang all the words to me. Well, he tried to—he messed up a few lines but I didn’t care. I danced in his arms as I watched the two on stage make love to each other through the lyrics. It was something else and my chest tightened. I didn’t want the song to end. I wanted to keep watching Danny and Kenickie sing to each other and I really didn’t want my dance with Paul to finish.
    But when the song finished, it wasn’t Danny and Kenickie standing in front of the car holding hands, looking into each other’s eyes that had me losing my voice.
    It was Paul, down on one knee in front of me, clutching my hands like he was drowning, about to be swallowed by the waves and I was his only anchor. His eyes were shining, and my throat tightened more.
    Oh God. Was he...?
    “I love you, Jason Jennings. I think I loved you before we even met. I want to be your Kenickie and I want you to be my Danny. God, that sounds so lame, but please say yes. You’re the one that I want. Will you marry me... please?”
    My mind registered the title of the Grease song briefly, before my heart thundered in my ears. I was vaguely aware of the real Danny and Kenickie standing on stage, waiting for my answer. How