Mark glanced across the table at his wife. They hadn't spoken since they left the arena. A guilty sigh rose in his throat. Perhaps he had been a little harsh with her but it was too late now. He'd raised his voice maybe a little too loud and Sara had followed suit.

Now they sat, eating in silence.

"Look…" The big Texan began, pushing his half touched plate away. "I'm sorry I yelled. But you don't understand how…"

"Oh I understand just fine." Sara all but growled at him.

"No…you don't. You haven't been on the road with me for long. You haven't seen what he's done to women. I have. I know what he's capable of and I'll be damned if I let him do a damn thing to you."

"He wouldn't…"

"Oh yes he would!" Mark yelled slamming his fist down onto the table. Sara jumped.

"Damn it Mark!" She hissed at him. "I know how to handle myself!"

"Not with someone like that you don't!" He leaned back in his chair, tired of having the same argument a second time. "You just don't get it. That blonde is brainwashed! Everything you say to her goes right back to him!"

"So what if it does?"

"Sara, what you were saying about him? He won't take that well! I can't be with you all the time!" Mark tried to make her understand.

"I don't want you with me all the time!" She cried. "You think I'm so naïve that I'd let him get that close to me? Please! I may be younger than you but I am not stupid!"

"Who said you were stupid?" Mark yelled. "My God woman! Can we just drop this? Please?" He slumped down into his chair.

Fine Mark, whatever you say." Sara huffed slumping back as well and crossing her arms.

Rolling his eyes, Mark reached into his pocket and tossed a wad of bills onto the table.

"C'mon, let's get out of here." He grumbled and stood up. Sara did as she was asked, sulking the entire time.

"Not now…" She growled as her husband reached for her hand. "I'm still very angry."

"Suit yourself." Mark sighed and settled for opening the door for her. The blonde walked through it without a word and set to strapping on her helmet.

Mark rolled his eyes. Why was she acting like this? Of course they'd had their arguments over the years but this was something so asinine! It galled him to no end as he strapped on his own helmet and threw his big leg over the bike.

He started the bike and revved the engine, then waited. Sara must really be angry, he thought. Every time he turned over the bike she'd wrap her arms around his waist and squeeze him to let him know she was ready to go. But this time…

"You ready?" He said loud enough for her to hear him over the idling V-twin. She didn't answer, just patted him on the shoulder and sat back, waiting. "Fine then…" He grumbled and threw the bike into gear before tearing out onto the street.