What Coffee Becomes
So Danny was there, watching her leave on the early morning plane to Washington DC. Neither of them knew how often they would see each other. But Samantha was making the right choice, and Danny would support her. They would do anything for each other: if support was what she needed, support she would get. It was hard for him though, to carry such a secret with him, something he had to hide specially from Jack. Could it be immoral? Yes. But not completely taking in consideration the circumstances: Jack was happy; he was back with his family, a wonderful wife and two fantastic daughters (and we all know how much he loved that: having a second chance). There was no way that Samantha could stay. After all, something had happened, and she didn't want to go through it again. She wouldn't.
THREE WEEKS BEFORE
Marie went out of the city for two days, taking Kate with her. Hannah would stay with a friend and Jack, home alone. He had been trying to forget Sam for some tine now, but he couldn't leave her out of his mind. He was starting himself going mad. So evidently without thinking, he went to her apartment. She had not arrived yet, but he had, still, a spare key. He went in so that when she finally got home Samantha found Jack sitting under the faint light of the kitchen table. She was not surprised. In fact, she knew why he was there: they both missed each other's company. She didn't say it out loud but thought about it several times "this is so wrong", as walked into the room.
"Jack! What are you doing here?"
He didn't move.
"It's been a while."
"What's going on?", asked Samantha trying not to show how much she wanted, needed him to hold her like he used to. So gently. Even if it were for a second.
"I've missed you Sam."
"Why aren't you at home? You should be spending time with your girls. Jack they."
"Never mind."
Still he didn't move.
"What do you mean 'Never mind'?! Jack, we."
It was the second time in not more than five minutes that he hadn't allowed her to finish the sentence.
"Just.they're not home." Then looking at her, "Come on, only a cup of coffee."
So, a coffee, some diner, a shower. One thing led to another, and they ended up making love.
The next day Hannah called her father home, and not finding him there, called to his cell. She wasn't feeling too well and asked her dad to let her go to the office that day. Something Jack couldn't say no to.
As usual Samantha arrived early, made some coffee, and waited for Jack near the elevator. They needed to talk.
The doors of the elevator opened and Hannah jumped out shouting Danny's name with happiness. Danny had been there for a while and once more was able to see Sam's routine: in, coffee, elevator, office. She handed the full cup to Jack. It could be seen by her expression how surprised she was for him having taken his daughter there. With her inside and Danny, Martin and Vivian they were not going to be able to talk as freely as she needed them to. They couldn't take that kind of risk. So decided to keep it that way: nothing.
Of course Hannah realized that her presence made both her dad and Samantha uncomfortable. And though she was not sure, she had an idea about what was taking place. Typical. She didn't say a word about her thoughts.
Danny wanted to talk to Samantha. He knew her well enough to tell when something bothered her. But also to say that she wouldn't talk unless she desperately needed to.
"Samantha, are you okay?"
"Yeah, sure Danny. Why do you ask me that?"
"Nothing.you just seem a little more different this morning, that's all."
"A little different.I'm fine."
"OK."
And that was all they expected until lunch time. It was then that he made sure that she was not as OK as she said she was: she ordered Chinese. It use to cheer her up. She had told him once, abut a year before. Still, we wouldn't push, she would talk when she was ready. She always did.
Apart from that, the rest of that and the following week, everything went on as it was supposed to. Everybody did their job. No friction.no major argues.no signs that anyone suspected anything.
So Danny was there, watching her leave on the early morning plane to Washington DC. Neither of them knew how often they would see each other. But Samantha was making the right choice, and Danny would support her. They would do anything for each other: if support was what she needed, support she would get. It was hard for him though, to carry such a secret with him, something he had to hide specially from Jack. Could it be immoral? Yes. But not completely taking in consideration the circumstances: Jack was happy; he was back with his family, a wonderful wife and two fantastic daughters (and we all know how much he loved that: having a second chance). There was no way that Samantha could stay. After all, something had happened, and she didn't want to go through it again. She wouldn't.
THREE WEEKS BEFORE
Marie went out of the city for two days, taking Kate with her. Hannah would stay with a friend and Jack, home alone. He had been trying to forget Sam for some tine now, but he couldn't leave her out of his mind. He was starting himself going mad. So evidently without thinking, he went to her apartment. She had not arrived yet, but he had, still, a spare key. He went in so that when she finally got home Samantha found Jack sitting under the faint light of the kitchen table. She was not surprised. In fact, she knew why he was there: they both missed each other's company. She didn't say it out loud but thought about it several times "this is so wrong", as walked into the room.
"Jack! What are you doing here?"
He didn't move.
"It's been a while."
"What's going on?", asked Samantha trying not to show how much she wanted, needed him to hold her like he used to. So gently. Even if it were for a second.
"I've missed you Sam."
"Why aren't you at home? You should be spending time with your girls. Jack they."
"Never mind."
Still he didn't move.
"What do you mean 'Never mind'?! Jack, we."
It was the second time in not more than five minutes that he hadn't allowed her to finish the sentence.
"Just.they're not home." Then looking at her, "Come on, only a cup of coffee."
So, a coffee, some diner, a shower. One thing led to another, and they ended up making love.
The next day Hannah called her father home, and not finding him there, called to his cell. She wasn't feeling too well and asked her dad to let her go to the office that day. Something Jack couldn't say no to.
As usual Samantha arrived early, made some coffee, and waited for Jack near the elevator. They needed to talk.
The doors of the elevator opened and Hannah jumped out shouting Danny's name with happiness. Danny had been there for a while and once more was able to see Sam's routine: in, coffee, elevator, office. She handed the full cup to Jack. It could be seen by her expression how surprised she was for him having taken his daughter there. With her inside and Danny, Martin and Vivian they were not going to be able to talk as freely as she needed them to. They couldn't take that kind of risk. So decided to keep it that way: nothing.
Of course Hannah realized that her presence made both her dad and Samantha uncomfortable. And though she was not sure, she had an idea about what was taking place. Typical. She didn't say a word about her thoughts.
Danny wanted to talk to Samantha. He knew her well enough to tell when something bothered her. But also to say that she wouldn't talk unless she desperately needed to.
"Samantha, are you okay?"
"Yeah, sure Danny. Why do you ask me that?"
"Nothing.you just seem a little more different this morning, that's all."
"A little different.I'm fine."
"OK."
And that was all they expected until lunch time. It was then that he made sure that she was not as OK as she said she was: she ordered Chinese. It use to cheer her up. She had told him once, abut a year before. Still, we wouldn't push, she would talk when she was ready. She always did.
Apart from that, the rest of that and the following week, everything went on as it was supposed to. Everybody did their job. No friction.no major argues.no signs that anyone suspected anything.