A Match Made in Heaven?. Sun Chara

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      “Must you insist on that insufferable noise?”

      “Thought you liked music.”

      “It’s giving me headache. Turn it off.”

      He shrugged. “Yes, ma’am.” He twisted the knob and accidentally turned it the wrong way, sound blaring like a siren in the confines of the cab. Next second, he silenced it with a flick of his fingers.

      “Ohh,” she said, her eyes blazing with indignation. “You did that on purpose.”

      “Did not.”

      “Did too.”

      “Did not. Scout’s honor.”

      “When were you ever in Boy Scouts?”

      He grinned. A little mystery maybe would turn the tide in his favor. “You don’t know everything about me, yet, Mrs. Belen.”

      “I suppose not.” She sent him a surreptitious glance and concentrated on the black abyss they were sailing through.

      But, then again, it could backfire. Seemed like that’s what happened just now, with her giving him the cold shoulder treatment. He shook his head, what the heck, and started whistling.

      “Johnny, must you do that now?”

      He let the whistling slip away beneath the hum of the engine. “Better?”

      “Yes, thanks.”

      As miles whizzed by, silence stretched taut between them, ready to snap at the slightest provocation. Sam chanced a glance at him from beneath her lashes. Aloof, he gripped the wheel with one hand, the wrist of his other hand resting on top, his eyes focused on the road ahead. It appeared he’d forgotten she sat beside him. Fine by her. She was seeing a new side to Johnny; one she wasn’t sure how to take.

      Samantha shifted in her seat and contemplated the star-studded sky. Not a soul in sight except for her and Johnny. Not a sound except for the hum of the motor. A breath, and she released it in a sigh.

      Johnny flickered a glance her way, and she glimpsed his reflection in the windowpane. He didn’t say anything and she didn’t turn to him. A second later, he averted his gaze to the highway. She sighed.

      In other circumstances, she’d be cuddled next to him, her head on his shoulder, her arm wrapped around his biceps, dozing, knowing she was safe in her husband’s arms. She squeezed her eyes shut. Tears stung her eyelids, and emotion throbbed in her throat. How could things, people, change at a word? Or, in their case, by a letter denouncing their marriage… could that be?

      She pressed her knuckles to her mouth and hoped he couldn’t see her. Doubts plagued her mind. Did he want out of the marriage now he had the chance? A little voice needled … did she? Something balked inside her… her heart. She couldn’t imagine life without Johnny; the Johnny she’d known; the Johnny she thought she’d married. Had he changed so much in one day?

      Her eyelids felt heavy, her heart heavier.

      She glanced at him from beneath her drooping lashes. Had he always been so remote, so mercenary? Had his boyish charm and good looks blinded her to his real character? After all, he had kept silent for a whole year and suddenly showed up on her wedding day to whisk her away. Had he thought marrying her would be his ticket to easy street—a quick fix from the pauper’s life?

      “Why’d you never write?” She shook herself awake and forced the words between stiff lips.

      “What?”

      “When you were gone for that whole year.”

      An exasperated sigh burst from him. “Why’re you coming out of left field like that, Sam?”

      “Well?”

      “After two years, you ask?”

      “Yeah, I’m asking.” She focused on his chiseled profile, barely visible in the shadow of the cab. Maybe she was the one who’d changed.

      In the year he’d been gone, she’d swabbed her pain by overdosing on lattes at the café on campus and in the process, found there was something beyond herself, beyond her heartache … God.

      “Why?” The word shot from him like a bullet and ripped her thoughts apart.

      “Things are about to change, it seems,” she blurted, her ire rising.

      “Is that right?” He tossed her a covert glance and it was nearly imperceptible the way he did it without as much as taking his eyes off the road for even a split second.

      Smooth. Real smooth.

      She shrugged, dismissing the annoying buzz in her head.

      “You didn’t answer me, Sam.”

      “You didn’t answer me, Johnny.”

      “Woman, you could drive a man to—”

      “Oh, that explains it, then.” He was fueling her emotions big time. Brushing a hand across her brow, she pretended an outward calmness, which was a direct contrast to the fervent restlessness inside her.

      “I wrote Sam.” A sigh rumbled deep in his chest, and she wondered what he was really thinking, feeling. “Hard copy, e-mails, text … the whole shebang. “Apparently, you didn’t want to write back.”

      “What?”

      “Mmm.”

      “How can that be, Johnny?” she asked, her voice softening a fraction. “I didn’t hear anything from you, not a word.”

      “I wrote, woman.”

      “I didn’t get your letters.” A quiet moment, then, “Well, you could’ve called or something.”

      He slapped his hand against his forehead. “Is there anything I do, I’ve done, that meets your standards, Sam?”

      She didn’t answer, couldn’t. If she did, it would unleash an avalanche of bickering between them and she couldn’t handle that right now. Another curve in the road came and went before she glanced his way. His jaw was set, his gaze glued on the road. A multitude of thoughts and emotions jumbled inside her, resulting in confusion.

      And a decision.

      To find the truth. Did she dare? A peek his way. Yep, she’d do it.

      A test.

      To see if Johnny was the man she thought she married or an illusion. Sam muffled her dizzying notions. “Where’re we going?”

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