Vic's perspective continued
"Mm this feels good." I think to myself as the hot water beats on my weary back and neck. "This is one of life's most underrated pleasures, a hot shower." My mind, for the first time in weeks, begins to relax as my body unwinds from the drama of my emotions. I don't know which one is more shocking? Branch being shot or learning the truth about Martha? What kind of man could hold a secret like that and especially for so long? It didn't slip by me that he quickly qualified that he wasn't the one to kill Miller Beck. Why, did he offer that up? What happened in that bar? The way he looked at me when I drank his beer. His eyes passed a whole lifetime to me. How can he speak to my heart without saying a word? Nothing makes sense anymore. He weakens me and it scares the shit out of me because I like the way it makes me feel. He doesn't judge me and his desire to protect me is purposeful in its strength. I'm in trouble because I love my husband but Walt occupies my thoughts.
"Hey, babe," Sean shouts through the house.
"In here."
"Hey."
"Hey." Sean starts to unbutton his shirt and strips away his Wranglers. He surprises Vic by stepping into the shower with her.
"We haven't done this in a long time."
"I know, turn around so I can scrub your back." Sean complies as Vic soaps up his back.
Vic gently runs the lather through her hands as they stay in circular sync, and begins to wonder where those scars on Walt's back came from? I mean what the hell is with this man? Why can't I shake him loose?"
Sean turns to face Vic fully intent on taking advantage of their rare time together. Vic's hands land on Sean's silky smooth bare chest and she instantly thinks of how different the two men are physically. Sean leans down and kisses Vic's neck and moves up to her ear. He holds her tighter but stops and looks into Vic's golden brown eyes. Vic pauses.
"Vic, you are a million miles away. What's going on, babe?"
"I'm just tired, Sean."
"You work too much. I told you I don't like all the hours you put in that Podunk department, fuck."
"Sean, what the hell. It's my fuckin' job. What do you expect? I've been a cop since I met you. This should come as no surprise to you."
Sean swung the shower curtain open, stepping out of the shower, and grabbed the towel wrapping it around his waist.