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woman to be able to handle me, my career, my desires and just be by my side through it all. You’re her, but now you’re starting to get cold feet, I’ve noticed lately. You’ve changed your mind mid-way, but Xenia, you can’t. You want me, but you want me without all of this drama. I understand that, but it just can’t happen that way. I need you now more than ever.”
“And I need you !”
Saint grimaced, “I asked you if you understood sacrifices would need to be made. You agreed to it and now you’re getting mad at me because I have obligations.”
“Saint, your obligations need to be to your family! Don’t get me wrong, you are a caring, loving husband and great father, you really are, but I’m concerned about some of these assignments. They are getting worse and worse. It’s one thing to help a twenty-one year old boy who was kicked out of his house or a couple that are having marital problems in the bedroom. It’s another to be trying to track down a serial killer! I knew you’d be doing conferences. I even understood about the occasional house-call therapy sessions – that is disturbing enough within itself, and you’ve always kept it one-hundred with me. But this – running around trying to help catch a mass murderer – nuh uh! Everyone knows who you are. If this crazy lunatic gets a hold of you, it’s a wrap.”
He needs to be worried about me getting a hold of him, not the other way around .
“You were right the first time.”
“What?” Xenia asked in confusion.
“He’s a serial killer, not a mass murderer. A mass murderer is…”
“Saint, shut up! You know the point I’m trying to make here.”
“Baby, I’ll be fine. I can handle this. I promise to be careful.”
Saint could just imagine her rolling her eyes. “Well, just get home when you can tonight, I guess. Saint?”
“Yes, baby?” He looked down at the carpeted hallway.
“I love you. If something happens to you again, it would kill me. Your sons would never be the same. I don’t want to be without you, I don’t want our children fatherless. Please…” Xenia teared up.
“Baby, please don’t cry,” he soothed, lowering his voice as he stepped away from James’ door.
That was the one thing that would make Saint melt and feel like the worst person in the world.
“Trust me, Xenia. I know that what I do is dangerous and I don’t feel invincible, but I know that this is my purpose in life and I have to do it. I believe I will be protected. I believe that God will make sure I come out fine and I need you to believe that too, baby.”
Xenia sniffed. “I’m serious, Saint. I know God watches out over you, I’ve seen it, but you also can’t keep purposefully putting yourself in a lion’s mouth and not eventually expect to get bit.” On that, she disconnected the call abruptly.
Saint stood there, gripping his cell phone in his hand. He was unnerved by the entire conversation. A part of him wanted to run into James’ office and tell him ‘I quit’ and return to the safe confines of a private practice where sex addicts, retired porn stars, frigid women, impotent men and rape victims came to his office on a daily basis, unloading their open, wounded, serrated woes onto his lap.
A small part of him wished to disappear, into his world that was exclusively surrounded by sex DVDs, home-spun literature and a care-free life before he was forced to see his gifts and see them in their full glory. It was too late, though. Now that he knew, he couldn’t unlearn no matter how hard he tried. Saint felt his heart racing as Xenia’s energy gripped him.
She’s so upset . I never wanted to hurt her.
He turned away and walked back into James’ office.
“Sorry about that. Let’s get this over with. I’ll leave for Missouri in two days.”
* * *
CHAPTER THREE
“Jesus!” Xenia cried out as Saint held onto her hips, and thrust in and out of her first agonizingly slow then
“And I need you !”
Saint grimaced, “I asked you if you understood sacrifices would need to be made. You agreed to it and now you’re getting mad at me because I have obligations.”
“Saint, your obligations need to be to your family! Don’t get me wrong, you are a caring, loving husband and great father, you really are, but I’m concerned about some of these assignments. They are getting worse and worse. It’s one thing to help a twenty-one year old boy who was kicked out of his house or a couple that are having marital problems in the bedroom. It’s another to be trying to track down a serial killer! I knew you’d be doing conferences. I even understood about the occasional house-call therapy sessions – that is disturbing enough within itself, and you’ve always kept it one-hundred with me. But this – running around trying to help catch a mass murderer – nuh uh! Everyone knows who you are. If this crazy lunatic gets a hold of you, it’s a wrap.”
He needs to be worried about me getting a hold of him, not the other way around .
“You were right the first time.”
“What?” Xenia asked in confusion.
“He’s a serial killer, not a mass murderer. A mass murderer is…”
“Saint, shut up! You know the point I’m trying to make here.”
“Baby, I’ll be fine. I can handle this. I promise to be careful.”
Saint could just imagine her rolling her eyes. “Well, just get home when you can tonight, I guess. Saint?”
“Yes, baby?” He looked down at the carpeted hallway.
“I love you. If something happens to you again, it would kill me. Your sons would never be the same. I don’t want to be without you, I don’t want our children fatherless. Please…” Xenia teared up.
“Baby, please don’t cry,” he soothed, lowering his voice as he stepped away from James’ door.
That was the one thing that would make Saint melt and feel like the worst person in the world.
“Trust me, Xenia. I know that what I do is dangerous and I don’t feel invincible, but I know that this is my purpose in life and I have to do it. I believe I will be protected. I believe that God will make sure I come out fine and I need you to believe that too, baby.”
Xenia sniffed. “I’m serious, Saint. I know God watches out over you, I’ve seen it, but you also can’t keep purposefully putting yourself in a lion’s mouth and not eventually expect to get bit.” On that, she disconnected the call abruptly.
Saint stood there, gripping his cell phone in his hand. He was unnerved by the entire conversation. A part of him wanted to run into James’ office and tell him ‘I quit’ and return to the safe confines of a private practice where sex addicts, retired porn stars, frigid women, impotent men and rape victims came to his office on a daily basis, unloading their open, wounded, serrated woes onto his lap.
A small part of him wished to disappear, into his world that was exclusively surrounded by sex DVDs, home-spun literature and a care-free life before he was forced to see his gifts and see them in their full glory. It was too late, though. Now that he knew, he couldn’t unlearn no matter how hard he tried. Saint felt his heart racing as Xenia’s energy gripped him.
She’s so upset . I never wanted to hurt her.
He turned away and walked back into James’ office.
“Sorry about that. Let’s get this over with. I’ll leave for Missouri in two days.”
* * *
CHAPTER THREE
“Jesus!” Xenia cried out as Saint held onto her hips, and thrust in and out of her first agonizingly slow then
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