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in the relationship.
    I want her, Rhett thought. I think about her constantly. I want her dreams to come true. I want her to open her bakery. I want to own a house with her. I want to be the person she kisses before she falls asleep, and the person she sees when she wakes up in the morning. I want to make her feel so good as a person. But I don’t want to push her away by scaring her off.
    Rhett shut the box closed.  
    Soon. I’ve met her parents, so at this point, it’s just a waiting game. I don’t know if I can wait much longer, though.

Chapter 2
    Rhett later found out that not much was discovered about the incident with the oven. Fingers were pointed for the night that the firemen were there and papers were filed with Mr. and Mrs. Florian’s insurance company. When the fancy new high-tech double oven was installed a week later, the whole problem was put down as a happy accident. Mr. Florian even jokingly suggested that they set fire to the spare room that he wanted to turn into a home gym.  
    Weeks passed with little of concern occurring. Tula and Rhett continued to talk on the phone, go on dates, and fornicate in the back of Rhett’s Camaro. Rhett kept carrying around the little velvet box in his pocket for some reason. He guessed it was like a security blanket or a teddy bear to him, always reminding him that he had a special day planned in the future for he and Tula. Hiding it in his pocket had the unhappy consequence of nearly getting himself caught with it. He and Tula were making out when Tula’s hand graced over the lump in Rhett’s pants. Rhett had to feign denial delicately, not raising suspicions in Tula’s mind. Quickly inserting his tongue into Tula’s pussy helped greatly to alleviate suspicions.  
    Rhett finally decided that he couldn’t take holding in the secret anymore. He invited Tula out for a weekend in Sacramento, suggesting that there might be a romantic interlude up in Tahoe. Tula agreed to it happily enough, having the weekends free, and so the date was set for the big day. But much to both of their disdain, Tula came into a bit of a hiccup a day before the trip: one of her co-workers had to call in sick for the birth of his wife’s child, and her boss needed an extra hand for a fancy brunch. Tula, being the reliable worker that she was, agreed to show up.
    “But only for a few hours,” she explained to Rhett over the phone.
    Rhett sighed, though he tried not to make his disappointment too apparent for Tula’s sake. “A few hours, and then I can pick you up?”
    “Of course! At eleven, at the latest. I’m so sorry that I had to spring this on you. Karma is just in a really bad spot right now.”
    “No, no. Don’t blame yourself. It’s fine with me as long as we can still go together.”
    “I’m so glad that you understand! I’ll see you then, love!”
    “See you then.”
    Rhett walked into the bakery the next morning to a flurry of excitement. Every table in the warm and kooky cafe was taken by satisfied patrons, whether their eyes were glued to the glow of their laptops or their mouths were chattering back and forth with a good friend. The walls were decorated with rock and roll memorabilia from the 60s and 70s, most notably from the bands Grateful Dead and Moby Grape . The smell of the place was simply wonderful, due a lot in part to Tula’s baking skills and the natural ingredients used for the products. Rhett felt a bit out of place in the establishment, dressed in a leather jacket, sturdy blue jeans, along with carefully-greased black hair. He had nothing against vegans, free love, or old rock music, but he was certainly the odd man out that morning. Most of the time, he came in so close to sunrise that only a few old-timers were sitting in the corner reading their newspapers. In the cafe that day were a lot of young hippies and college students.
    He went to the front counter after waiting in line for a few minutes, asking the familiar cashier if Tula was around.