looked down at the time on her cel l phone. “Oh, shit!” It was four thirty . She tol d herself that she would be done by four and back home by five, so that she could prepare dinner for Michael. “I really need to get home. I’m sorry.”
Quinton frowned. “I understand. Maybe next time.”
On the drive back to the hotel, both were really quiet. She could tell that he was a little disappoin ted that she’d turned down his invitation to dinner.
“I’ll give you a call tomorrow,” Quinton said, as he exited the car.
“Yes, you do that . I’ll have some more details for you about the last property.
“Well, until n ext time, Julissa. Thank you for doing this for me.”
“It was no problem, Q.”
Quinton shut the door and Julissa sped off not even waiting to see him walk thru the door of the hotels. It was almost five o’ clock and there was no way that she could beat Michael home in time to make dinner.
Julissa punched a few k eys on her GPS system . Picking up her cell phone, she dialed the number that was displayed across the LCD screen .
The phone ran g three times before someone picked up. “Island Grill Mexican Restaurant. Are you calling for delivery or pickup?”
**
When she got home, Michael was not sitting on the couch as usual in front of the television. His car was in the gar age, so Julissa knew he was there . It had taken longer than she thought for the Mexican restaurant to prepare the food, so here she was walking in the house at six fifteen. She placed h er bags on the kitchen counter, leaving the bouquet of flowers that Quinton had given her on the counter . She’d put them in the vase on the kitchen window sill later .
Michael’s voice from upstairs confirmed he was in the bedroom. When she walked in, he was on his cell phone. What really concerned her was seeing his suitcase opened on the bed. Was he packing? What was going on? Was he upset about her not having dinner on the table?
She turned the corner and spotted him in the walk- in closet, cell phone in one hand, clothes hangers in the other.
“I have no idea, Teddy…Yeah…seven a.m. …too many problems, just too many…alright.”
Seeing that he was occupied, s he sat on the bed beside the suitcase and waited .
“We’ ll talk later.” Michael dismissed the person on the other end, and then turned around. He didn’t look surprised to see her.
“Honey, what’s going on? Why are you packing?”
“Julissa, what usual happens next when people pack their bags.” He strolled over to the bed with no expression on his face and began folding the garments neatly into the suitcase.
“Are you going somewhere? Don’t tell me you’re mad. What did I do this time?”
Michael looked at her and lifted one eyebrow. “You’re quick to think I’m mad because you’ve been doing something wrong. So have you done something wrong?”
“No. I have dinner downstairs. I thought you wanted to eat early tonight.”
“I’ve been home since three, Julissa.”
“What happened to getting off at five?”
“So, I got off early. I’m going on a business trip. My flight leaves early tomorrow morning.”
“What ! For how long? Why so sudden?” Julissa was surprised. Usually, Michael told her weeks ahead of time that he would be going out of town on business. That way, she would be prepared to be left home alone.
“Sometimes, it’s just like that with this job.”
Julissa watched him as he went back into the closet to grab his garment bag.
“Do you mind packing a few suits in this bag for me?” he asked.
“Sure. Where are you going?”
“New York City.”
“Again? You just returned from New York only a few weeks ago. When — ”
Before she could finish, he answered. “I should be back Friday afternoon. Also, the clients didn’t seal the deal that week. The bid they accepted fell through. They’re interested now and we need to make anoth er trip there to seal the deal .”
Maybe she could finally catch
Quinton frowned. “I understand. Maybe next time.”
On the drive back to the hotel, both were really quiet. She could tell that he was a little disappoin ted that she’d turned down his invitation to dinner.
“I’ll give you a call tomorrow,” Quinton said, as he exited the car.
“Yes, you do that . I’ll have some more details for you about the last property.
“Well, until n ext time, Julissa. Thank you for doing this for me.”
“It was no problem, Q.”
Quinton shut the door and Julissa sped off not even waiting to see him walk thru the door of the hotels. It was almost five o’ clock and there was no way that she could beat Michael home in time to make dinner.
Julissa punched a few k eys on her GPS system . Picking up her cell phone, she dialed the number that was displayed across the LCD screen .
The phone ran g three times before someone picked up. “Island Grill Mexican Restaurant. Are you calling for delivery or pickup?”
**
When she got home, Michael was not sitting on the couch as usual in front of the television. His car was in the gar age, so Julissa knew he was there . It had taken longer than she thought for the Mexican restaurant to prepare the food, so here she was walking in the house at six fifteen. She placed h er bags on the kitchen counter, leaving the bouquet of flowers that Quinton had given her on the counter . She’d put them in the vase on the kitchen window sill later .
Michael’s voice from upstairs confirmed he was in the bedroom. When she walked in, he was on his cell phone. What really concerned her was seeing his suitcase opened on the bed. Was he packing? What was going on? Was he upset about her not having dinner on the table?
She turned the corner and spotted him in the walk- in closet, cell phone in one hand, clothes hangers in the other.
“I have no idea, Teddy…Yeah…seven a.m. …too many problems, just too many…alright.”
Seeing that he was occupied, s he sat on the bed beside the suitcase and waited .
“We’ ll talk later.” Michael dismissed the person on the other end, and then turned around. He didn’t look surprised to see her.
“Honey, what’s going on? Why are you packing?”
“Julissa, what usual happens next when people pack their bags.” He strolled over to the bed with no expression on his face and began folding the garments neatly into the suitcase.
“Are you going somewhere? Don’t tell me you’re mad. What did I do this time?”
Michael looked at her and lifted one eyebrow. “You’re quick to think I’m mad because you’ve been doing something wrong. So have you done something wrong?”
“No. I have dinner downstairs. I thought you wanted to eat early tonight.”
“I’ve been home since three, Julissa.”
“What happened to getting off at five?”
“So, I got off early. I’m going on a business trip. My flight leaves early tomorrow morning.”
“What ! For how long? Why so sudden?” Julissa was surprised. Usually, Michael told her weeks ahead of time that he would be going out of town on business. That way, she would be prepared to be left home alone.
“Sometimes, it’s just like that with this job.”
Julissa watched him as he went back into the closet to grab his garment bag.
“Do you mind packing a few suits in this bag for me?” he asked.
“Sure. Where are you going?”
“New York City.”
“Again? You just returned from New York only a few weeks ago. When — ”
Before she could finish, he answered. “I should be back Friday afternoon. Also, the clients didn’t seal the deal that week. The bid they accepted fell through. They’re interested now and we need to make anoth er trip there to seal the deal .”
Maybe she could finally catch
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