Yes, definitely a full day of
relaxation with her family. She tensed again and sensed that Ruiz had noticed.
She prayed he wouldn’t ask her about it. It wasn’t the time to tell him about
Esme, not in the middle of all this mess.
“Hey, how about we go out for a few hours and relax, maybe
have a late lunch.”
Lunch! It was two in the afternoon and they hadn’t eaten
yet. Maybe that’s why she was feeling a little lightheaded. Stress and hunger
and with a nursing baby it left her a lot more drained. Esme, she needed to
feed Esme. She groaned, rolling her forehead on the cool surface. How did
working moms handle all of it?
“Come on, babe.”
Ruiz pulled her up off the desk and up on her feet. “Jon Luc, your not invited.”
Melody gaped at how blunt Ruiz was. She learnt from her
debutant days that there was a more polite with all the fake regrets to tell
someone they weren’t wanted and blurting it out wasn’t it. The social class she
was raised around was the pit of all that was vile but politeness was gospel
even between people who hated each other. If her mother were alive she would
have pinched him for his rudeness! So she did just that, pinched him. But
apparently it didn’t hurt because he stared down at her with a confused look on
his face.
“What?” Ruiz blurted out.
“You could have been a little polite about that.”
He scoffed rolling his eyes. “You want me to write him a
disinvite with an apology card?”
It annoyed her sometimes when he made fun of the way she was
taught to do things. He called it ‘uppity nonsense’ and that she needed to
learn to live in the real world, like Loraine. But what he didn’t seem to
understand was she and Loraine were raised differently. Melody’s parents were
always present and never held back their affection which made it easy for Allan
and her to do as they were told. Loraine was ignored most of her life and her
rebellious nature exposed her to the world and more often to the worst side of
it.
Before she could get a retort off her tongue Jon Luc stood
and pushed them towards the door. “Don’t worry about it, Melody. I have some
work I need to see to anyway.”
Melody smiled up at him. “Well then, just make sure to order
something to eat from the kitchen. We have a long day and you can’t go through
it hungry.”
“ Oui. Merci madame, for your concern,” he returned with a smile.
Ruiz grumbled under his breath before he audibly said,
“Great, let’s go.” Then he grabbed her arm and pulled her out the door making
her run after him. Once they got outside, he bundled her into his rented Jaguar
so fast she didn’t even feel the last of the winter chill as spring settled in.
Still peeved she stared out the window at the passing scenery stubbornly
refusing to either look or say a word to him, but that just annoyed her more
because he didn’t even try to interact with her.
After a few minutes, the car came to a stop. She sat still,
waiting for him to get out and come around to open her door, but as the seconds
ticked by, she didn’t hear his car door open and finally she forced herself to
turn around and face him. She caught him staring at her with a passive look on
his face except for that one raised eyebrow. She hated that eyebrow! She always
felt like, with that little gesture, he was saying ‘what was the brat throwing
a tantrum over now’.
“Is this where we are going to have lunch, in your car?” she
bit out. When he didn’t respond she half yelled pounding her fists on her lap.
“What? Would you stop looking at me like that?”
“Melody—” he rolled his lips into his mouth with a shake of
his head. “No. This isn’t happening, not now.” He opened his door and got out.
He banged the door closed so hard the car shook. She stared at him opened mouth
as he walked around the front of the car to her door.
“That was mature of you,” she said sarcastically once he had
her
relaxation with her family. She tensed again and sensed that Ruiz had noticed.
She prayed he wouldn’t ask her about it. It wasn’t the time to tell him about
Esme, not in the middle of all this mess.
“Hey, how about we go out for a few hours and relax, maybe
have a late lunch.”
Lunch! It was two in the afternoon and they hadn’t eaten
yet. Maybe that’s why she was feeling a little lightheaded. Stress and hunger
and with a nursing baby it left her a lot more drained. Esme, she needed to
feed Esme. She groaned, rolling her forehead on the cool surface. How did
working moms handle all of it?
“Come on, babe.”
Ruiz pulled her up off the desk and up on her feet. “Jon Luc, your not invited.”
Melody gaped at how blunt Ruiz was. She learnt from her
debutant days that there was a more polite with all the fake regrets to tell
someone they weren’t wanted and blurting it out wasn’t it. The social class she
was raised around was the pit of all that was vile but politeness was gospel
even between people who hated each other. If her mother were alive she would
have pinched him for his rudeness! So she did just that, pinched him. But
apparently it didn’t hurt because he stared down at her with a confused look on
his face.
“What?” Ruiz blurted out.
“You could have been a little polite about that.”
He scoffed rolling his eyes. “You want me to write him a
disinvite with an apology card?”
It annoyed her sometimes when he made fun of the way she was
taught to do things. He called it ‘uppity nonsense’ and that she needed to
learn to live in the real world, like Loraine. But what he didn’t seem to
understand was she and Loraine were raised differently. Melody’s parents were
always present and never held back their affection which made it easy for Allan
and her to do as they were told. Loraine was ignored most of her life and her
rebellious nature exposed her to the world and more often to the worst side of
it.
Before she could get a retort off her tongue Jon Luc stood
and pushed them towards the door. “Don’t worry about it, Melody. I have some
work I need to see to anyway.”
Melody smiled up at him. “Well then, just make sure to order
something to eat from the kitchen. We have a long day and you can’t go through
it hungry.”
“ Oui. Merci madame, for your concern,” he returned with a smile.
Ruiz grumbled under his breath before he audibly said,
“Great, let’s go.” Then he grabbed her arm and pulled her out the door making
her run after him. Once they got outside, he bundled her into his rented Jaguar
so fast she didn’t even feel the last of the winter chill as spring settled in.
Still peeved she stared out the window at the passing scenery stubbornly
refusing to either look or say a word to him, but that just annoyed her more
because he didn’t even try to interact with her.
After a few minutes, the car came to a stop. She sat still,
waiting for him to get out and come around to open her door, but as the seconds
ticked by, she didn’t hear his car door open and finally she forced herself to
turn around and face him. She caught him staring at her with a passive look on
his face except for that one raised eyebrow. She hated that eyebrow! She always
felt like, with that little gesture, he was saying ‘what was the brat throwing
a tantrum over now’.
“Is this where we are going to have lunch, in your car?” she
bit out. When he didn’t respond she half yelled pounding her fists on her lap.
“What? Would you stop looking at me like that?”
“Melody—” he rolled his lips into his mouth with a shake of
his head. “No. This isn’t happening, not now.” He opened his door and got out.
He banged the door closed so hard the car shook. She stared at him opened mouth
as he walked around the front of the car to her door.
“That was mature of you,” she said sarcastically once he had
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