The
distance between
Jerome had grown to love
watching the sun come over the Boston skyline. Its mix of yellows and reds
reminded him of autumn, and made him grateful for the view. His office was on
the eight floor of their Boston branch and was suitably large, almost large
enough to have space for his ego as Laura would say.
He hadn’t seen her in a while,
almost a full month if he remembered right. The distance had been hard on her,
hell it had been hard on him and he wondered how she filled the hours in-between.
He could imagine, and the writhing images of her tangled in their bed sheets
with another man had been enough to cause a cold sweat to break out all over
his body.
He was thinking of calling her
but it was around six and she’d probably still be at the hospital. He’d been so
proud of her when she finally finished her residency and became Dr. Laura
Roberts; he could picture her smiling in her white doctor’s coat causing the
male patients’ heartbeats to spiral into insanity. She had that effect on the
male gender and he was living proof of it.
Jerome loosened his tie and
pulled off his blazer placing it on the shoulders of his chair. He couldn’t
wait for the trial to end so that he could go back to his Laura, if she was
still waiting. The trek back and forth between Boston and Chicago had only
shown them how much they’d come to rely on each other, how a separation could
wreak havoc on even the best relationships. Maybe he should call; she could be
in the apartment right now wearing his Lakers’ jersey and nothing else
desperate for the sound of his voice.
What would he do if he did and
some other guy answered? Would it be over? Would that be how she told him that
she’d grown too tired of missing him? That their busy schedules were no excuse
for leaving her in the dark silence of an apartment they’d rented together. It
was silly but he’d hoped Big Humphrey, the large brown furred teddy bear he’d
bought her on Valentines’ might have helped ease the ache but teddy bear arms
could never replace the warmth of real ones.
So maybe it was over or damn it
should he call? He kept glancing down at the dark blue telephone on his desk
agonizing over it. He needed to hear her voice but he’d probably end up
sounding lonely over the phone. He couldn’t afford that. He sighed and looked
back out the window as the sun slowly died and darkness began to rise like a
wave over the city. Ring, ring, ring. The phone was vibrating and he reached
out his hand and answered it.
‘Hello,’ he said softly.
‘Hey G,’ Laura said huskily,
‘are you busy?’
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