“But after that, you can go to L.A. If that’s what you really want.”
“Oh God.” Amanda dropped her head back and stared out the windshield. They pulled up at a stoplight, and she was silent for the entire red. “Are you sure?” she said when the light finally changed.
“As long as you’re really sure this is what you want.”
John glanced at her a couple of times, the second time in alarm, because tears were streaming down her face. But when she reached over and laid a hand on the back of his neck, her expression became almost beatific.
“I do. I really, really do. But are you sure you’re okay with this?”
“Yes.”
They were both reflective for a moment. Then John reached over and patted her thigh. “Yes. I am.”
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