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Chapter twenty-eight
Epilogue- Mandy
T wo Months Later…
We’re halfway through dessert when my phone buzzes on the table at the restaurant. I grab my phone and gasp. “Oh my God. The results of the bar are in my inbox.”
Neither of us move.
"Do you want to look now?"
“I want to wait. Let’s look on the computer when we get home,” I say, my voice shaky with nerves.
He throws down his napkin. “Shit. I better step up my game if I’m dating a full-fledged attorney.”
"That’s right," I tease, grinning. "Or I’ll sue you for emotional distress and stolen kisses."
"I plea guilty. What's the punishment?"
"Hmmm. You'll be sentenced to three months of backrubs and cooking dinner for me in your boxers."
"Harsh. I may need to appeal."
We grab the check and hurry back, my hands starting to sweat as I fumble with the apartment keys. Kira’s out for the night, thank God, or she’d be narrating this like it’s the bar exam Super Bowl.
I sit at the kitchen counter, Nate behind me with both hands on my shoulders. I click the link, enter my credentials, and hold my breath.
And then I see it.
Congratulations! We are pleased to inform you that you have passed the Michigan Bar Examination.
I let out a scream. Nate spins me around in the stool and kisses me like we just won the Stanley Cup...again!
I text Kira and later she bursts through the door with sparklers and a Google Doc titled “MANDY’S BAR BASH" scheduled for next weekend.
Nate steps out to go to his place for a few minutes and then returns.
“I was saving this,” he says, holding out an envelope.
I open it and gasp.
Two tickets. Italy. Amalfi Coast. Departing right before training camp starts.
“I figured…” he says, watching me carefully, “that you would pass the bar. I locked in my five-year deal. Thought maybe we should celebrate properly.”
I stare at the tickets, then back at him. “You want to take me to Italy?”
He grins. “I want to see the world with you.”
He pauses. Lowers his voice.
"Italy's just the start, Counselor. After that, we take on everything…together."