'Had to listen had .'

On his walk to their suite he'd thought about how he was going to mention to his Wife about Patrice's advances and then decided maybe not mentioning it might be the best plan, given her attitude to Patrice when she had taken off with her excuse of having a headache, it had peeved him a bit but again best not mentioned to keep the peace.

I smiled at her as I walked into the suite, hmmm, the feeling wasn't shared going by her reaction, she turned quickly away from me with her arms crossed, her body language suggesting she was pissed off about something and the look was decidedly dark on her normally guileless and beautiful face.

“Are you ok honey?”

No reply, after about twenty seconds, still nothing.

“Honey, are you all right? What's the matter?”

She stood with her back still to me, arms still folded, looking out the patio doors, looking but not observing I was guessing, definitely concentrating her thoughts on anything but the view.

“What made you think it was all right to beat up on John Riley, hmmm?”

“Umm, no I definitely didn't beat up on the ass, that I'm positive about, mind you I had every right too.”

“Oh and what! You thought that by carrying out some neanderthal bullying John into running into the middle of a busy highway was the right way to go about getting your immature jealous ****!”

“WAIT A FRIGGIN' MINUTE, are you defending the prick, please tell me your not serious?!”

“ I'M NOT DEFENDING HIM, I'm just not defending you and your buddies behaviour, but then I guess I'm the defenceless little woman in all of this, needing my big hero husband to come to my rescue. Can't do it myself could I? Can't object, can't have any input to any kind of way to handle the situation, just stand aside and let the MEN handle it! And don't bother to tell me what all's going on, I'm just the silly bitch that's got herself in this mess! SO WHO DO I GET TELLING ME ALL ABOUT IT – PATRICE! At least her husband told her all about what happened but am I entitled to any kind of explanation - NO!, and when did this happen - THREE DAY'S AGO, FOR CHRIST'S SAKE!!”

“You mean you wanted to handle it the same way you did down at the beach the other day when you were flaunting it to him in your sexy new thong bikini?”

“Ohh well if my husband had been any kind of security he would have been there with me, not bumbling around trying to be bloody Inspector Clouseau for crying out loud!”

“Thanks, thanks for the support, I thought..”

“You thought? Really? You thought, I'm sorry where in that statement did you include me. You know like 'us' or 'we'? Aye? Where? Oh wait is that the same place you happened to put the fact that you're swanning off to Trinidad and Tobago and leaving me to go home on the jet by myself, hmm, what, Cat got your fucking tongue has it?”

“I ...ah ....I umm, I. Look ...I, I know...”

“Look honey, I'm really sorry, okay, I stuffed up, okay, I should have run everything past you before we came to a decision, please, I'm sorry.”

She was angry, he knew that, the stance she took oozed that. When she was angry she could hold a pose that expressed that anger, he knew it well and could identify it without hesitation, it was always as she stood, feet apart maybe six inches, her back with a very subtle bent backwards curve, because he was taller than her, which she needed to do to get the right infliction in her face, an infliction that she needed him to see in this pose, arms folded but not tightly, he knew tightly meant defensive, this was more a sign of aggression, and the look. He made sure not to smile, even though at times after the event he would smile and chuckle about it, but not right now. If she were his height or taller it wouldn't probably be as meaningful, he knew that and so did she. The look was one of showing distaste mixed in with a superior haughtiness, she was so good at it, it always impressed him, her mother could do it too, he was running this through his mind semi-day dreaming really that when she spoke well commanded really, he jumped and near shat himself, “Ah for Christ's sake just ring your partner will you. Ask him about your travel details and accommodation, I'm fed up and sick with the lot of you. I'm going out, don't bother worrying about me, I'll look after myself, and don't bother waiting up.”

He slumped heavily down on the bed, His Wife's anger had surprised him, well floored him actually, he thought about what she'd said. Yes he had been doing what he thought was right, for them not just him, he'd been proactive just as she had when she had pushed off Riley's advances, both times. That she had obviously decided he had overstepped the mark when he didn't inform her of what was going on with Riley and his subsequent accident he knew she had every right to be disappointed in his autonomous decision making. Of course the Trinidad thing just exacerbated the problem, he realised he'd not handled it well and obviously Frank had rung.

'Well first things first, I'd better call Frank, let him know what's going on.'

“Frank, hey it's me, sorry bout everything, look I think we should reschedule Trinidad, I'm coming home..”

“Whaddaya mean it's all a go?”

“YEAH I KNOW THAT and I'm telling you it's NOT A GO! This is my marriage we're talking about, and at the moment THAT outweighs Trinidad. You wanna get your ass on a plane with your team you do it but I'm not!”

“Great, now that that's solved, look I'm sorry, I didn't want to pull rank on ya, it's just she is rather perplexed over the whole deal, yeah no, I didn't get time to explain it all to her now she's pissed off totally, so I've got a bit to do, yeah thanks Frank, yep see ya.”

'Well guess I'm eatin' shit sandwich tonite. Oh well, nothing for it, suck it up, apologise and move forward. Shit wonder where she's at, maybe shopping, that can't hurt.'

I decided to cool my heels and stay where I was in the mean time, it was only mid afternoon and I'd have a snooze maybe she would cool down after some shopping therapy.