cursing
and slamming doors.
“Who?” he said, looking at her.
“Jasmine St. Clair,” she sneered. “You don’t think
I know that she likes you?” Sarah pointed her finger in his face.
“I don’t understand where this is coming from.
Jasmine is like family, shit Benjamin and I’ve been partners for four years
now,” Shane said, but he could tell that Sarah wasn’t listening, she was
grabbing a chair to stand up on. “Calm down and tell me how can I help you.”
“Where is that mug, she brought for you?” Sarah
snapped as she peered up into the cabinet.
“Jasmine is a beautiful young girl,” he admitted.
“But I don’t like her in that way. Shit, do you know how old I am?” How could
his wife of fourteen years assume that he was smitten with a college girl?
“Age never stopped anyone before,” Sarah shot
back.
“When did you become so insecure?” Shane asked.
“Where is the damn cup?” Sarah yelled.
“What the hell have you been up to?” Shane looked
out the sliding glass door and saw flames flickering from the fire pit. Walking
outside he saw a pile of items that Jasmine bought him over a course of four
years; small trinkets from her trips abroad, college t-shirts and pictures of
them at her high school graduation. He could smell wood burning, he peered into
the fire and witnessed a picture frame that Jasmine purchased for Sarah and him
on their wedding anniversary.
“Don’t worry about the cup,” Sarah huffed going to
the pile.
Shane shook his head repeatedly. “This is not what
we do.” He managed to snatch two t-shirts from Sarah. “Stop!”
“Do you cherish these gifts?” she asked, taking
what was left and dropping it into the fire. “I think you do, the way your eyes
light up when Jasmine brings you these funky old t-shirts.”
“What the fuck is your problem?”
“You’re my problem!” she shouted. “You don’t look
at me the way you look at her.”
Shane was dumbfounded; he didn’t understand what
Sarah was saying, he never flirted or did anything outrageous to make her
suspect he was doing something wrong. “What?”
“That longing look in your eyes….the way you used
to look at me.” Sarah wiped the tears from her face. “Everyone sees it.”
Shane didn’t have a slightest idea what Sarah was
talking about. The longing in your eyes. “Jasmine is like a little sister to
me.”
“Is that what you tell yourself at night,” she
laughed. “That little bitch has a crush on you.” Sarah began to pace the
pavement. “The worst thing about it is you’re not man enough to admit it.”
Running his fingers through his hair, Shane took a
deep breath and exhaled. “I’m not having some childhood crush on a barely of
age female. You can sit here and try to emasculate my manhood, but I’m not
going to sit here and listen to you.”
Turning around Shane went through the sliding
glass he just walked through a minute ago. Normally he would have stayed and
tried to talk this out, but he could see that there was no talking to Sarah
especially when she was being irrational. By leaving the house, it would give
them both the opportunity to calm down and blow off steam.
“Where are you going? Are you going to her?” Sarah
screamed after him.
Shane could literally feel Sarah breathing down
his neck as she ran after him. Grabbing his bag off the floor, making his way
to the door, Sarah ran in front of him and stood in front of the door.
“I’m going to go to the ranch,” he said. “I can’t
talk to you when you acting this way.”
“No!” Sarah pushed her hair behind her head.
“You’re not leaving.”
Shane threw his hands up in the air. He turned
around and made his way to the office downstairs and closed the door, locking
it. Sitting in his office, he rubbed his temple and listened to Sarah ranting
and raving behind the closed door. He changed over the years but Shane realized
that Sarah hadn’t changed much, she was always worried about what
and slamming doors.
“Who?” he said, looking at her.
“Jasmine St. Clair,” she sneered. “You don’t think
I know that she likes you?” Sarah pointed her finger in his face.
“I don’t understand where this is coming from.
Jasmine is like family, shit Benjamin and I’ve been partners for four years
now,” Shane said, but he could tell that Sarah wasn’t listening, she was
grabbing a chair to stand up on. “Calm down and tell me how can I help you.”
“Where is that mug, she brought for you?” Sarah
snapped as she peered up into the cabinet.
“Jasmine is a beautiful young girl,” he admitted.
“But I don’t like her in that way. Shit, do you know how old I am?” How could
his wife of fourteen years assume that he was smitten with a college girl?
“Age never stopped anyone before,” Sarah shot
back.
“When did you become so insecure?” Shane asked.
“Where is the damn cup?” Sarah yelled.
“What the hell have you been up to?” Shane looked
out the sliding glass door and saw flames flickering from the fire pit. Walking
outside he saw a pile of items that Jasmine bought him over a course of four
years; small trinkets from her trips abroad, college t-shirts and pictures of
them at her high school graduation. He could smell wood burning, he peered into
the fire and witnessed a picture frame that Jasmine purchased for Sarah and him
on their wedding anniversary.
“Don’t worry about the cup,” Sarah huffed going to
the pile.
Shane shook his head repeatedly. “This is not what
we do.” He managed to snatch two t-shirts from Sarah. “Stop!”
“Do you cherish these gifts?” she asked, taking
what was left and dropping it into the fire. “I think you do, the way your eyes
light up when Jasmine brings you these funky old t-shirts.”
“What the fuck is your problem?”
“You’re my problem!” she shouted. “You don’t look
at me the way you look at her.”
Shane was dumbfounded; he didn’t understand what
Sarah was saying, he never flirted or did anything outrageous to make her
suspect he was doing something wrong. “What?”
“That longing look in your eyes….the way you used
to look at me.” Sarah wiped the tears from her face. “Everyone sees it.”
Shane didn’t have a slightest idea what Sarah was
talking about. The longing in your eyes. “Jasmine is like a little sister to
me.”
“Is that what you tell yourself at night,” she
laughed. “That little bitch has a crush on you.” Sarah began to pace the
pavement. “The worst thing about it is you’re not man enough to admit it.”
Running his fingers through his hair, Shane took a
deep breath and exhaled. “I’m not having some childhood crush on a barely of
age female. You can sit here and try to emasculate my manhood, but I’m not
going to sit here and listen to you.”
Turning around Shane went through the sliding
glass he just walked through a minute ago. Normally he would have stayed and
tried to talk this out, but he could see that there was no talking to Sarah
especially when she was being irrational. By leaving the house, it would give
them both the opportunity to calm down and blow off steam.
“Where are you going? Are you going to her?” Sarah
screamed after him.
Shane could literally feel Sarah breathing down
his neck as she ran after him. Grabbing his bag off the floor, making his way
to the door, Sarah ran in front of him and stood in front of the door.
“I’m going to go to the ranch,” he said. “I can’t
talk to you when you acting this way.”
“No!” Sarah pushed her hair behind her head.
“You’re not leaving.”
Shane threw his hands up in the air. He turned
around and made his way to the office downstairs and closed the door, locking
it. Sitting in his office, he rubbed his temple and listened to Sarah ranting
and raving behind the closed door. He changed over the years but Shane realized
that Sarah hadn’t changed much, she was always worried about what
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