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going to
kill him.  Gene had to get home whether he wanted to or not.                                                                                       
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
                                
     
     
     
                          
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER FOUR
     
          All
the lights were on in the house when Gene pulled into the drive.  This was not
a good sign.  It was well after two AM and he couldn't imagine how mad his wife
was going to be.  Taking a deep breath and steeling himself, Gene stepped up on
the porch and put his key in the lock.  He heard the sharp footsteps before he
even got the door open and startled as the door was snatched from his grasp. 
          “Gene
Stone, where on earth have you been?  Do you have any idea what time it
is?"
          "Uh..."
          "Never
mind."                                                            
          Gene
shrugged and remained silent.  He knew from past experience that trying to
explain was a total waste of effort.  Martha's voice was shrill and angry.   
          “I’ve
been waiting dinner since five.  It's ruined and I  threw it in the trash.
We’ve missed Bible study and I don’t know what in the world I’m going to tell
the Reverend Bob. You promised, remember?  You could’ve at least had the
decency to call me.”             
          She
dogged his steps as Gene made his way into the living room.  Yeah he probably
should've called but what the hell.  He didn't.  Martha would've just found
something else to hound him about.
    Gene
allowed her voice to roll off his back. Damn nagging woman, he should be used
to it by now.  From Ellen's magnificent chalet to his own home, what a world of
difference.  Gene wanted to be back there with her.
          Working
hard at a placating smile, he said, “sorry Baby, it couldn’t be helped.  A
private jet went down up around the Asheville airport.  I was out in the field helping
the...uh... family.”               
    Gene
headed for his favorite recliner and sat, hoping Martha would get distracted
and leave him in peace.  Shaking out the evening paper, he held it in front of
him, but having some quiet time to himself was not going to happen.  Martha put
her hands on her hips and stood directly in front of his chair. Her face was
pinched and Gene groaned inside.                     
          "Are
you listening to me, Gene Stone?  She slapped at the paper. "I'm sorry for
that family.  I will say a prayer for them in church, but I don't see why it is
always you that has to go.”
          “Yes,
Dear,” he nodded while turning a page. “What can I say?  I’m sorry. It was
department business and I'm head of that department.  I would've called if I
could but I was simply not able."
          "You
have a cell phone."
          "I
was out of range," he lied.
          The
news blurred before his eyes.  Gene's mind was back there on Ellen's couch.  Something
about her had him mesmerized. He felt as excited as a boy experiencing love for
the first time. Gene couldn't get his mind on anything else.  His body, alive from
the feel of her, he simply could not drive Ellen from his thoughts.  She had
cried so much on the drive back it broke his heart.  But then she came into his
arms and allowed him to comfort her.  It was an indescribable feeling.  Gene
smiled.  He could still feel how her body snuggled against him with that
fragrant honey hair spread over his arms. 
          A
small hand swatted his shoulder, shattering the sensuous daydream. Martha's
voice was piqued. “Well, I’d like to know what you find so amusing about this.
You’d best wipe that smirk off your face,