Hear No Evil - Chapter 3

Shortly after leaving the bar, Jack walked into his apartment, tossed his coat onto the nearby chair quickly followed by his tie. Placing his keys in his pants pocket, he closed the front door and pushed the latch over to lock it. Walking into the kitchen, he opened the fridge and pulled out a beer before falling onto the couch. He took a couple of long drinks before resting his head back. It had been a long couple of weeks and he hadn’t felt this tired in a long time.

Despite his tiredness, he knew that if he went to bed now, he would be up in the early hours so he picked up the remote control and started flicking through the channels. After five minutes of soap operas and late night quiz shows, he was about to give up hope of finding anything decent to watch when he came to the ice hockey match that he had watched a few days before.

He smiled as he remembered Sue’s objection to him watching the game. She’d argued that she’d let him watch a basketball match the night before so it was her turn to choose what they watched. No amount of pleading and puppy dog eyes had worked, until he’d told that he would watch any film she wanted afterwards. She’d agreed and he’d watched the game with her by his side, something that he’d enjoyed immensely. That enjoyment vanished and he couldn’t help but pull a face when she’d picked Sleepless in Seattle. He’d contemplated leaving her to it, but a deal was a deal. It wasn’t a film that he enjoyed but he knew that it was one of Sue’s favourites. He had watched it with her purely for that reason.

He sighed when he realised that his thoughts often turned to Sue. The way she smiled, the way she walked, heck everything about her filled his mind until there was room for nothing else but her. He thought about her when she was in his presence but it was mainly when he was on his own and was able to indulge in his thoughts without fear of interruption.

Placing the now empty beer bottle on the coffee table, he sat up and stretched his hands above his head, spotting his laptop sat on the dining table. Checking his watch, he saw that it was a little before eleven. He knew that the girls were spending the evening at the spa, but he had no idea how long these things could go on for. She should be back by now. How long can a massage take? Smiling, Jack jumped up off the couch and pulled a chair in front of his computer. I wonder if she’s online? Jack thought as he logged into his messenger account, smiling when he saw her name light up, indicating that she was online. Taking a deep breath he began to type.