causing Jasmine to jump slightly. “I’ll have you
know that I don’t ever shake in my cowboy boots.”
“Is that what you say Ranger McBride?” Jasmine
said softly.
When she turned her head toward him, Shane inhaled
the light smell of strawberries. Without thinking his lips grazed hers gently.
The kiss wasn’t heated or rushed. Her lips were soft and tempting but most
importantly his heart started to flutter unlike anything he’d ever felt. A
simple kiss made him experience something he never felt.
“Waa-aaa.”
Shay’s cries tore their lips away from one
another. “I umm…should get Shay,” Jasmine stammered, nearly tripping over her
own two feet as she tried to get up from the table.
Shane had caught her before she hit the floor.
“Here,” he said, steadying her. “I’m going to go shower.”
“Okay,” she said, going over to pick up Shay.
He left the kitchen and went to his bedroom where
he was in desperate need of a cold shower. Shane didn’t know what he was doing.
One minute he was trying to keep everything strictly platonic, but the simplest
things that Jasmine did were making him see her in a different light. What is
he saying? There was always chemistry between him and Jasmine. At the time when
he was married to Sarah, he always felt like he wasn’t doing something right.
Their marriage was about to become DOA, dead on arrival. The thrill was long
gone and the pulse of their union was dying. Pretending to be happy was
becoming difficult for the both of them.
Stripping out his basketball shorts and tank top,
Shane stepped into the shower and let the cold water rain down on his body. He
tried not to remember the arguments that he had with Sarah before her untimely
death. Shane wished that he was the man who invented time travel, so he could
bring his wife back and right the wrongs between them. The worst things about
loving someone who died, you were left on this earth wondering What If .
The only person who knew that his 16-year-old marriage to Sarah was sinking
faster than the titanic was Benjamin. He would always ask his older friend
advice since he was also married.
Shane knew that people in his situation would say,
“Oh you guys got married too young.” Maybe that was the cause in the failing of
a sixteen-year-old marriage. They had a long and rich life together but
somewhere down the road, they grew apart. He commended the young woman who
stood by his side during his army career and then his law enforcement. The fact
of it all was they’re were both unhappy but neither one of them could find the
courage to walk away. Was it because they didn’t want to change? When Sarah
died he blamed himself for not being a better husband, she was gone and out of
touch. Now there was no way of really setting her free and making her happy.
Two Years Ago
Shane just walked through the front door of the
house. He was bone tired and praying that Sarah prepared a nice dinner. All he
wanted to do after working twelve hours was to eat, shower and get some good
shut eye. Instead of smelling a delicious aroma coming from the kitchen, a
burnt stench filled the house along with a smoky haze.
“Sarah!” he yelled, tossing his bag onto the floor
and running to the kitchen where he heard kitchen cabinets being slammed.
“What?” Sarah yelled, turning around looking at
him.
Shane knew this wasn’t the same Sarah he left at
home when he went to work early this morning. This Sarah appeared to be
worried, her blonde hair was rumpled, and her eyes were red from crying, not to
mention the mascara running down her face.
“What’s the matter?” he asked, putting his hand on
her shoulder.
Sarah pulled away from him quickly. “I don’t want
her around you,” Sarah screamed, and went back to slamming doors.
This wasn’t how Shane pictured how he would spend
the evening at home. Especially with an angry wife who was apparently
distraught. He stood there for a few moments listening to her yelling,
know that I don’t ever shake in my cowboy boots.”
“Is that what you say Ranger McBride?” Jasmine
said softly.
When she turned her head toward him, Shane inhaled
the light smell of strawberries. Without thinking his lips grazed hers gently.
The kiss wasn’t heated or rushed. Her lips were soft and tempting but most
importantly his heart started to flutter unlike anything he’d ever felt. A
simple kiss made him experience something he never felt.
“Waa-aaa.”
Shay’s cries tore their lips away from one
another. “I umm…should get Shay,” Jasmine stammered, nearly tripping over her
own two feet as she tried to get up from the table.
Shane had caught her before she hit the floor.
“Here,” he said, steadying her. “I’m going to go shower.”
“Okay,” she said, going over to pick up Shay.
He left the kitchen and went to his bedroom where
he was in desperate need of a cold shower. Shane didn’t know what he was doing.
One minute he was trying to keep everything strictly platonic, but the simplest
things that Jasmine did were making him see her in a different light. What is
he saying? There was always chemistry between him and Jasmine. At the time when
he was married to Sarah, he always felt like he wasn’t doing something right.
Their marriage was about to become DOA, dead on arrival. The thrill was long
gone and the pulse of their union was dying. Pretending to be happy was
becoming difficult for the both of them.
Stripping out his basketball shorts and tank top,
Shane stepped into the shower and let the cold water rain down on his body. He
tried not to remember the arguments that he had with Sarah before her untimely
death. Shane wished that he was the man who invented time travel, so he could
bring his wife back and right the wrongs between them. The worst things about
loving someone who died, you were left on this earth wondering What If .
The only person who knew that his 16-year-old marriage to Sarah was sinking
faster than the titanic was Benjamin. He would always ask his older friend
advice since he was also married.
Shane knew that people in his situation would say,
“Oh you guys got married too young.” Maybe that was the cause in the failing of
a sixteen-year-old marriage. They had a long and rich life together but
somewhere down the road, they grew apart. He commended the young woman who
stood by his side during his army career and then his law enforcement. The fact
of it all was they’re were both unhappy but neither one of them could find the
courage to walk away. Was it because they didn’t want to change? When Sarah
died he blamed himself for not being a better husband, she was gone and out of
touch. Now there was no way of really setting her free and making her happy.
Two Years Ago
Shane just walked through the front door of the
house. He was bone tired and praying that Sarah prepared a nice dinner. All he
wanted to do after working twelve hours was to eat, shower and get some good
shut eye. Instead of smelling a delicious aroma coming from the kitchen, a
burnt stench filled the house along with a smoky haze.
“Sarah!” he yelled, tossing his bag onto the floor
and running to the kitchen where he heard kitchen cabinets being slammed.
“What?” Sarah yelled, turning around looking at
him.
Shane knew this wasn’t the same Sarah he left at
home when he went to work early this morning. This Sarah appeared to be
worried, her blonde hair was rumpled, and her eyes were red from crying, not to
mention the mascara running down her face.
“What’s the matter?” he asked, putting his hand on
her shoulder.
Sarah pulled away from him quickly. “I don’t want
her around you,” Sarah screamed, and went back to slamming doors.
This wasn’t how Shane pictured how he would spend
the evening at home. Especially with an angry wife who was apparently
distraught. He stood there for a few moments listening to her yelling,
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