As he paced his apartment, Jack couldn’t get her out of his mind. Why did he have to tell her like that? He knew that it was just happenstance that she’d walked in just as he was telling Bobby, but that didn’t change how he felt. He’d driven away the woman he loved.
Memories of the last four years flooded his mind. He remembered all the times they’d spent on cases, the dinners they’d shared. He’d always known that his feelings for Sue ran deeper than just friendship. He’d come close many times to telling her how he felt, but a mixture of fear and being in the wrong place at the wrong time had meant that he had always backed out.
His biggest fear had been that he told her how he felt and she didn’t return his feelings and he would ruin their friendship. As he looked out of his window, he realised that he’d been right all along. For her to have run off like that could mean only one thing, she didn’t feel the same way. His fear of her not returning his love weren’t unfounded after all.
Standing still, Jack placed his hands on his hips and sighed. His anger for what had happened rising to the surface as his foot connected with one of the dining room chairs, sending it flying across the floor.
He needed to talk to her, to sort things out, but he had no idea where she could be. He’d been to all the places that he knew she frequented, and some that he thought she might have done, but he’d drawn a blank. He knew that he couldn’t just sit around and do nothing. Grabbing his jacket and keys, he flung open the door, only to be stopped when a hand connected with his face.
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