see fit…don’t you agree?”
“Absolutely.” The grin on his face seemed to grow the longer I stared at him. “I would love to spend the holiday with you. Give me a few days and I’ll find a way to make it special.”
“That sounds like a plan.”
Russell allowed his arms to drop to his side as he backed away from me at a snail’s pace. “It is. Can I call you this weekend just to say ‘Hello?’”
I nodded. “You better or I will never forgive you.”
“Neither of us want that,” he replied while looking at me intensely. “Okay, I better call it a night. Have a great weekend and I’ll see you on Monday.”
Now it was my time to back away, making the distance between us greater. “Have a good night.”
“It’s already been much better than I could have ever expected. Thank you, Sigourney, and good night.”
“You’re welcome, Russell. Nighty night.”
He finally turned away and walked out of the front door, closing it behind himself.
I sighed and walked to the door, locking it before I leaned against it, my forehead hitting the cold wood.
What had I just started and would I be able to finish it? That was the question for tonight indeed.
Chapter Eight
Peter
A lthough Peter was supposed to accompany his wife back to Annapolis the following Monday, he made a convenient excuse to stay in Washington for the day.
His jealousy towards the newly formed relationship between Sigourney and Russell had grown to epic proportions. It didn’t make any logical sense but feelings were often irrational and illogical.
He should have been happy the young woman had found someone but instead, he felt spiteful and jealous she hadn’t decided to embark on anything with him. Her attraction towards him was palpable. It lived and breathed through her like a life force of its own yet she pretended to ignore it. Now on the receiving end of being the one with feelings wildly out of control, he hated himself for allowing anything to grow between the two of them. He couldn’t be done with this and neither could she when they’d barely started on a journey together. Times like this, life didn’t seem fair or just at all.
Peter sat through a campaign meeting, quietly sulking as Kylie ran through polls, focusing on the number of undecided voters, the potential voters that could’ve been brought over to the Coburn camp and other information he usually found insightful. Today, it was just a pain in the ass.
“I’m sure all of this rhetoric of yours has a point,” he finally said after Kylie glanced in his direction like an excitable puppy wanting attention from a wayward master.
“Peter,” Kylie began as if she were talking to a small child, “is something wrong ?”
“Not at all. All I want to know is if it is possible to beat Elaine in the Democrat primary? All this other crap is best saved for the campaign aides. They’re the ones who have to get out the vote since we know how lazy the majority of Dems are. There’s a reason why Republicans always win the key races that count. Dems become complacent and don’t vote unless it’s a Presidential election and even then, they can’t always be counted upon.”
“Wow,” Sigourney spoke up before she turned toward him. “Tell me you just didn’t make a statement like that about your base.”
“I did,” Peter said without thought or compunction. “If you don’t like it then please, tell me how you really feel.”
“I don’t know, do you want to hear it? I’m not your base—in fact, I’m a registered Independent who could go either way.”
Peter’s steel-gray eyes coldly looked her up and down. “Then why are you working for a Democrat candidate’s campaign?”
Sigourney’s clear hazel-green eyes glared into his. “Isn’t it obvious? There haven’t been many good Republican candidates lately who weren’t obsessed with taking away women’s rights, minority rights, gay rights or anyone else for the matter who isn’t a
“Absolutely.” The grin on his face seemed to grow the longer I stared at him. “I would love to spend the holiday with you. Give me a few days and I’ll find a way to make it special.”
“That sounds like a plan.”
Russell allowed his arms to drop to his side as he backed away from me at a snail’s pace. “It is. Can I call you this weekend just to say ‘Hello?’”
I nodded. “You better or I will never forgive you.”
“Neither of us want that,” he replied while looking at me intensely. “Okay, I better call it a night. Have a great weekend and I’ll see you on Monday.”
Now it was my time to back away, making the distance between us greater. “Have a good night.”
“It’s already been much better than I could have ever expected. Thank you, Sigourney, and good night.”
“You’re welcome, Russell. Nighty night.”
He finally turned away and walked out of the front door, closing it behind himself.
I sighed and walked to the door, locking it before I leaned against it, my forehead hitting the cold wood.
What had I just started and would I be able to finish it? That was the question for tonight indeed.
Chapter Eight
Peter
A lthough Peter was supposed to accompany his wife back to Annapolis the following Monday, he made a convenient excuse to stay in Washington for the day.
His jealousy towards the newly formed relationship between Sigourney and Russell had grown to epic proportions. It didn’t make any logical sense but feelings were often irrational and illogical.
He should have been happy the young woman had found someone but instead, he felt spiteful and jealous she hadn’t decided to embark on anything with him. Her attraction towards him was palpable. It lived and breathed through her like a life force of its own yet she pretended to ignore it. Now on the receiving end of being the one with feelings wildly out of control, he hated himself for allowing anything to grow between the two of them. He couldn’t be done with this and neither could she when they’d barely started on a journey together. Times like this, life didn’t seem fair or just at all.
Peter sat through a campaign meeting, quietly sulking as Kylie ran through polls, focusing on the number of undecided voters, the potential voters that could’ve been brought over to the Coburn camp and other information he usually found insightful. Today, it was just a pain in the ass.
“I’m sure all of this rhetoric of yours has a point,” he finally said after Kylie glanced in his direction like an excitable puppy wanting attention from a wayward master.
“Peter,” Kylie began as if she were talking to a small child, “is something wrong ?”
“Not at all. All I want to know is if it is possible to beat Elaine in the Democrat primary? All this other crap is best saved for the campaign aides. They’re the ones who have to get out the vote since we know how lazy the majority of Dems are. There’s a reason why Republicans always win the key races that count. Dems become complacent and don’t vote unless it’s a Presidential election and even then, they can’t always be counted upon.”
“Wow,” Sigourney spoke up before she turned toward him. “Tell me you just didn’t make a statement like that about your base.”
“I did,” Peter said without thought or compunction. “If you don’t like it then please, tell me how you really feel.”
“I don’t know, do you want to hear it? I’m not your base—in fact, I’m a registered Independent who could go either way.”
Peter’s steel-gray eyes coldly looked her up and down. “Then why are you working for a Democrat candidate’s campaign?”
Sigourney’s clear hazel-green eyes glared into his. “Isn’t it obvious? There haven’t been many good Republican candidates lately who weren’t obsessed with taking away women’s rights, minority rights, gay rights or anyone else for the matter who isn’t a
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