Ch.16
"Did you miss me while I was gone?"
Teresa had just picked Fox up at the airport. The past two days had been a blur to her.
"Of course I missed you Fox…I always miss you when you go away."
He smiled.
"So what did you do while I was gone?"
She coughed.
"Oh nothing…the usual."
Fox looked at her puzzled. He knew she was keeping something from him.
~ But what? ~ He thought to himself.
"Care to elaborate Resa?"
She smiled.
"You know, hung out with Whitney and Sheridan, went shopping, spent all of your money on useless crap we don't need…the usual."
"Ahh I see." Fox said nodding.
"What? Don't you believe me?"
"Of course I believe you," he lied. "I was just making coversation."
They both fell silent.
"So what shall we do today?" Teresa finally asked.
"Well, I was thinking we could go to the beach. It's such a great day out…plus I want to see you in a bikini."
She laughed.
"The beach sounds fun…but if you really wanted to see me in a bikini all you have to do is ask…"
He raised his eyebrow.
"Really?" he said laughing. "Well how bout we skip the whole beach/bikini ordeal and go skinny dipping in the hot tub?"
"Hmm that sounds tempting…" she teased.
"Resa you're killing me here."
She smiled.
"I vote for the hot tub."
"Well alright then." Fox said. Suddenly, he slammed his foot against the gas pedal.
"FOX! What are you doing, are you trying to get us killed?"
"No…I'm trying to get us to the hot tub faster!"
She laughed the rest of the way home, as he peeled into the driveway.
"Last one there's a rotten egg!" Teresa squealed, jumping out of the car and running in the house towards the hot tub.
"OH no you don't!" Fox raced after her, grabbing her from behind and swooping her up in his arms.
"HEY! No fair!" she giggled, making a pouty face at him. "You're supposed to let me win."
"No time for games Teresa…let's get naked!"
They spent the day in the hot tub, making love and relaxing in each other's company.
Later that night, after Teresa had gone to sleep, Fox crept out of bed.
"I know she is hiding something from Me.," he said to himself. "But what?"
He looked around the house for any sort of clue. When he reached the kitchen, he searched through the pike of papers that had accumulated there.
After no luck, he went back to the bedroom. As he made his way towards the bed in the dark, he stepped on something.
"Damn it" he grunted, trying not to wake her up. "What is this?"
He bent down to see what he had ever so gracefully stepped on.
When he saw what it was he stopped in his tracks.
"Teresa's diary…."