by Kahlen Aymes
I picked up the phone and dialed layout. "Hi, Grace. Yeah, it's Julia Abbott. Our creative department will leave a thirty-seven inch copy jump on page 142. What else is going on that page? Do you have enough editorial for it, or do I need to order creative fill? Yes, the deadline is in 8 days, so please let me know by Monday, close of business."
A shadow falling across the desk startled me. Meredith McCormick, my first boss from Glamour, walked though my door, a big smile on her face. I gasped in surprise. She looked as professional and chic as I remembered, the years not aging her at all. We had a big Christmas party each year when she and the other executives would fly in, but this time of year, a visit was unusual.
"Uh, okay. I'll tell Andrea to get on the feature story for April. Yes. Thank you." I put down the phone and ran around my desk to hug her. "What are you doing here? Why didn't you let me know?" I asked incredulously. "I'm so happy to see you! Can I get you some coffee?"
"Sure. You look fantastic, Julia. Quite the fashion maven," Meredith said as she sank into one of the plush, navy blue chairs across from my large cherry wood desk. Her eyes roamed over my Prada suit and I rolled my eyes.
"My best friend, Ellie hooks me up. She's a stylist in Los Angeles and gets deals from all of the big designers." I smiled wide and sat in my chair. "She tells me I can't be Creative Director for a major mag and look like Ugly Betty."
"Ugh! Hardly, Julia. You were always gorg." Meredith leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs.
I picked up my phone and dialed my secretary. "Susan, can you bring in two cups of coffee. The usual for me and one black," I looked to verify with Meredith and she nodded. "Thanks." I hung up the phone. "So?" I raised my eyebrows in question.
"Ah, Julia, you never did beat around the bush," she sighed. "Have you heard about plans to send a few chosen ones to Paris to work on the European editions of Vogue?"
"Sure."
"But...you didn't put in for it?"
"If you're heading it up, you obviously know that I didn't." I smirked and shook my head. Susan knocked on the door and came in with the coffee. She was young, still going to night school and very timid, and had just joined my staff. I smiled at her and she looked a little less nervous.
"Will there be anything else, Miss Abbott?"
"No, thank you, Susan. And I told you, please call me Julia."
"Yes, Miss Abbo...um, Julia."
"It’s okay, Susan. You're doing a great job," I reassured as she left quietly. "So, where were we?" I asked as I picked up my coffee and took a sip.
"You were going to explain to me why you didn't put in for that job? It's one hell of an opportunity, Julia. It would give you all the experience you'd need to come back and land a Creative Director position at one of our major pubs."
I shrugged. "Yeah, I thought about it, but the timing isn’t right."
"Why not?" she asked skeptically. "These types of opportunities don't grow on trees."
"Um...well, Ryan has secured a residency position at St. Vincent's after he graduates medical school in June."
"Oh, yes...that gorgeous hunk, Dr. Ryan. Can't say I blame you for thinking twice, but I need you to take this job."
I set my cup back on the table and sighed. I couldn't believe my ears. "Well...haven't you had any applicants? There are several talented people you could promote. I'm flattered that you asked me, though."
Meredith tented her hands in front of her and contemplated her next words carefully. "Yes, but...," she began and my eyes widened at her tone, "I want you. You and Ryan have lived apart for almost four years, Julia. What's one more? I'm not taking no for an answer," she said matter-of-factly.
I considered her my friend so I could tell her the truth. "What it is…is another three hundred and sixty five days without him. I miss him. We've had enough."
My heart was racing. The opportunity was more than I'd even dared hope for and here she was, offering it to me on a silver platter. "It is a wonderful opportunity, and if Ryan still had a year of school, I would seriously consider it, but he's almost done and we’ll finally be together. He'd be devastated if I left now." I looked her in the eyes without flinching. "I'd be devastated. I can't tell you how hard the separation has been on us."
"I have forty-some resumes on my desk and none of them can hold a candle to yours, Julia. This is your job. I'll let you name your own staff, though I have a few recommendations. You can't say no. Ryan wouldn't want you to. It's the opportunity of a lifetime."
I sighed and shook my head. "I know it is, Meredith, but...I don't want to be away from him. His graduation is so close."
She rolled her eyes and threw her hands up. "I'll bring you back for his graduation and at least once every three or four months."
"Ugh!" I stood up and turned my back, pacing in front of the window in the large office. "That's not enough."
"Okay, once every two or three months and for the graduation, okay?"
My heart squeezed inside my chest and my vision blurred. "I have to talk to him and see how he reacts. I can't promise at this point.” I squirmed in my seat, trying to get her to let it drop, but she was like a rabid dog with a bone.
"Look, honey, I've already arranged for you to take Andrea with you, and Mike Turner is being sent as the photographer on the unit. The old gang will be together again. You can pick two artists...the writers will be from Paris, due to language barriers, of course, but you can choose your assistants, production manager, a translator and secretaries. I'm giving you carte blanche on this. You'd report directly to me."
I faced her and put my hand on my hip, smoothing the navy blue fabric of my skirt nervously. "I have to talk to Ryan before I can commit, okay?"
"Okay, honey, but this is your baby. You'd be insane not to jump on it."
"Thank you for your faith...it's incredible that you think so highly of me." I stumbled for the right words.
"Bullshit, Julia. You're the most talented person I've ever worked with, and I can count on you to do the job right. It's just a fact. This isn't a fucking favor. I need you for this job." She looked at me pointedly and rose out of the chair. "I have to go upstairs and speak to John. I get to tell him I'm stealing his star right out from underneath him. This should be fun." She laughed and then came around the desk to hug me. "Ryan will be proud. You've accomplished so much for one so young. If he's everything you've told me, and what I've seen of him on the few times we've met, he will support you one hundred percent."
My heart sank as I pictured the look on Ryan's face when I told him. "How long? I mean, when would I need to leave?"
"A month, maybe? Depends how long it takes you to make arrangements, get people in the right places. Replacements for whomever you choose, that is."
I was still in shock and slightly numb. If it weren't for my situation with Ryan, I would have been over the moon to be offered this position, but to leave him in the face of almost being together, it was the last thing I wanted.
"Meredith, does it have to be a year? If I agree to six months, will you let me come home after that? I mean, can we compromise? Then it will only be two months added. I want to do this, but I can't be away from him for a year." I shook my head as my brow dropped. Could she tell that I would quit before I'd leave him for a damned year?
She looked at me, taking in my pained expression. "Yes, I'll compromise."
"And, you’ll bring me back to the states for a full week every two months. And for his graduation. I want your word."
"You drive a hard bargain. That's why I love you, but yes."
I nodded. "I still have to talk to him first. This is only a maybe until I can work this out with Ryan."
"If you can't?"
I shrugged. "Simple. I don't go. He's the most important thing."
"He must be amazing in bed," she teased. "And it doesn't hurt that he's beautiful," she laughed and nodded toward the framed drawing of him on my office wall.
I laughed despite myself. "No. It certainly doesn't... bri
lliant and wonderful and very loving. He's absolutely perfect."
"Okay, seriously? That's just sickening, but I bet he is amazing in bed!" I blushed as Meredith laughed. "I bet he's got a huge..." she began but I cut her off.
"Meredith!" I admonished. Ryan’s anatomy was not up for discussion.
She chuckled, picked up her purse and left my office.
I fell back into my chair and wondered how in the hell I was going to tell Ryan about this. The full extent of what it meant began flooding over me.
Shit.
I picked up the phone and pressed Andrea's extension. "Please come in here."
"Are we going to Paris?" she asked excitedly through the phone.
Nice. She knew before I did?
Suddenly, the beautiful weekend I had planned with Ryan had a huge cloud hanging over it. I ran my hands through my hair and closed my eyes.
"Just come in here, please. I'm leaving early." I hung up the phone on my desk and dug my cell phone out of my purse, quickly typing out a text to Ryan.
I'm in the mood for a coffee date. Do you have time?
Andrea knocked on the door frame and then walked in, eyeing me wearily. She'd cut her hair to the top of her shoulders after she came to work here, insisting that her long locks were too wild for chic New York. "Julia...you look upset. I told Meredith that you probably wouldn't want this job," she said, disappointment dripping off of her voice. "I understand why, though" she nodded as her face fell.
"Um...it isn't that I don't want the job. It's an amazing opportunity for all of us." She was looking down at the floor but she glanced up.
"I was afraid that maybe you'd want to take another assistant."
"No, if I go, you're coming with me, don't worry...but I'm torn about this, Andrea. I'm pretty sure that Ryan is proposing this weekend. And won't that be great for him? Yes, I'll marry you, but first I have to go to Paris for several months?" My eyes welled with tears, and my voice broke.
Andrea moved forward and hugged me. "I'm sorry, Julia."
"It doesn't feel like I have much choice," I murmured, more to myself than to her, as I moved out of her arms. I was wiping at my eyes as my phone vibrated in my other hand. I opened the message, anxious for Ryan's words.
I'd love to, baby, but I'm on rotation until 7. Can't until after that. I'll call you. Are you okay?
"Andrea, I need to walk and think about everything. Can you handle things? Clear my calendar." She nodded slightly and I grabbed my coat, already heading for the door. "Okay, call if you need me," I threw my purse over my shoulder and the next thing I knew, I was walking alone in Central Park. My phone vibrated again and I realized I hadn't texted Ryan in return.
Julia, are you okay? I'm worried now. Please answer me.
I'm fine. I just miss you. I wanted to hear your voice.
I can't wait until this weekend. I won't stop telling you how much I love you...and want you.
Love you, too. So much. Go back to work. I'll talk to you when you're finished. XXOO
You forgot to say you want me. You do, right?:-)
Of course, shithead. As desperately as ever. Obviously you haven't gotten your surprise or you wouldn't need to ask. If you have...OPEN IT NOW.
He had a way of making me smile, even when my heart hurt. He was amazing. I tried to concentrate on the weekend and how much I was going to soak him in; trying to figure out when would be the best time to tell him about the job offer. My heart lurched. It wouldn't be fair to let him propose and then dump this on him. It has to be before that. I closed my eyes as my throat started to ache. At least then he'd be able to change his mind, which would be fair.
Meredith promised it would only be six months, but I knew how this shit went down. Once she had me in France, it wouldn't be so simple to get her to let me come back. If it all went as I'd hoped, Ryan would only be in New York for two months without me. I just had to do everything possible to get back as quickly as possible.
Another message came in.
God, Julia... I can smell you on this! I'm fucking ACHING… I want you so damn bad.
I smiled despite my new dilemma, my body blooming with heat and throbbing at his written words even as my eyes welled with tears.
I'll wear it for you later. The roses are gorgeous...just like YOU. Love you, so much.
In that moment, I decided not to tell Ryan until Saturday. I wanted Friday night to be perfect and to give everything I had to him. I needed to make him see how much I loved him so that he wouldn't be as hurt when I finally told him about Paris. I needed to see him happy and fulfilled...we hadn't been together in almost eight weeks.
I hailed a cab to take me back to my apartment. I still had my car, but it was easier to take a cab to the office. The extra money for the garage was a small fortune and I had seriously considered selling it, but it did come in handy when Ryan was in the city. It was Wednesday and so there were two more days until I'd be in his strong arms. He was arriving at two on Friday and we'd have enough time to get back and drop his things off at my apartment and then get downtown for the concert.
It was starting to snow as I pushed open the door to my building. "Hello, Miss Julia! Happy Valentine's Day. Is Mr. Ryan visiting today?" Adam, the day doorman, asked brightly as I walked past him.
I smiled. "Not until Friday, Adam. Did you get your wife something nice?"
"Oh, yes ma'am. Did you get a nice gift?"
I stopped and turned back to him, "Yes, he sent me three dozen roses at my office."
"No doubt, one dozen for each of the three words, I love you?" He smiled and winked at me. The corners of my mouth went up slightly.
"You know, I never thought of that, but that sounds like him, though, doesn't it?"
"Oh yeah, that man's got it bad, honey," Adam winked again and I burst out laughing.
"Thank you, Adam. I hope so, since I'm completely gone where he's concerned."
"Oh, no worries, little miss. No worries, at all."
I opened the door to my apartment and flipped on the light in the hall, kicked off my shoes and started to unbutton the jacket of my suit at the same time I hung my coat up on the tree in the hall. I'd skipped lunch and my stomach rumbled so I made my way into the kitchen. On the table, arranged so neatly, were three more vases of roses. This time bouquets of white and red with some baby pink ones mixed in. They took my breath away, they were so beautiful. A card was set up against the base of each crystal vase.
Damn him. He was so incredible and he had me in tears all over again. He was so tender and loving and I was going to break his heart. My hand moved to my chest as I walked slowly to the table and picked up the cards one by one with a trembling hand.
I love you...with everything I am.
I want you...with a desperation that consumes me.
I need you...more than air.
"Oh, Ryan," I moaned into my empty apartment, my heart expanding within my chest to the point of pain. God, I loved him and I was the luckiest woman in the world that he loved me this much in return.
What the hell am I doing even considering Paris?
It had been my plan to make his cake tonight, letting it chill overnight and giving the kirsch time to soak into the cake and the flavors of the liquor, cherries and chocolate to blend. I changed into some old sweats and a t-shirt, put my hair up on top of my head and then returned to the kitchen, glancing at the three vases of flowers on the way. I was insane to leave him for any extra time. I tried to rationalize that if everything went as planned, it would only be two months longer than our current situation. Surely, we'd survive two more months so I could have this amazing opportunity. Keep trying to convince yourself, Abbott, I chastised myself.
I got out my mixer and double boiler along with the ingredients and went about assembling the cake's batter. While it was baking, I made the sugar syrup and shaved the chocolate curls into a chilled bowl, putting it in the refrigerator to wait until I was ready to assemble the cake.
My thoughts played he
ll with my emotions as I worked. We’d been through so much sacrifice and time apart. Yes, there had been pain, but there was so much joy and love that made it well worth it. Even when we weren't together, I was completely consumed. I'd rather have a text from him than a year with someone else. Nothing had changed in the entire time I'd known him. I loved him as much, probably more, than ever. I washed the mixing bowl and put it in the freezer to chill in preparation to whip the cream that would cover the sides of the finished cake.
The buzzer went off and I pulled the layers from the oven and turned it off, leaving the cake to cool while I went to take a bath. I had an iPod dock in the bathroom and turned to the playlist of slow love songs, one Ryan and I so often played while we made love.
God...I miss him.
The water was running and I left the bathroom to get my phone in case Ryan called me while I was in the bath. Only two more days…I lit the candle on the vanity and peeled off my clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor beside the tub. I sank into the scented water, letting the water soak away the tension, and the music surround me.
Singing in the bathroom was a secret indulgence. No one knew, except Ryan. He knew everything. Sometimes I would catch him listening to me through the door and other times he'd just come in and listen. I liked the acoustics in the bathroom. Cliché I know, but seriously, it sounded great in there and was easier to pick out the harmonies, a challenge that I enjoyed. Ryan used to tease me about my over-achiever tendencies. "Hmmph..." I smiled softly as the memory washed over me, “like he can talk.”
Ryan was gifted at the piano and guitar and sometimes we'd sing together while he played. It started in college, hanging out in our dorms. Just one more place that we connected.
When the soft piano introduction began of one of my favorite songs, I started to hum and finally let the words come out. I loved the softness of the song, and it suited my mood. The lyrics spoke to me of Ryan.
Perfect timing, my phone began ringing as the song faded out and I leaned over and reached for it, knowing it would be my beautiful man.
