I Think I'm in Trouble {Reimagined}

XIV.

Without a smile, but a calm tone, Lindsey simply said; "Hey..."

She inhaled deeply as she contemplated thinking about what she wanted to say, but before she could even try to think too hard, "Shannon's not here," fell out first in a snide tone.

The sympathy in his face was solemn when he heard the feeling of betrayal in her voice, but then he tilted his head, leering at her for saying such a thing.

"Well?" she asked, her tone urging him to speak up.

"Shannon left this in my car," he handed over the denim jacket. "I picked it up, her key fell out and I figured she needed it," he assured.

"Thanks," she took it and settled it on the dining room table. "She was looking for it, she woke me from a nap not long ago..."

"Can't disturb that beauty sleep of yours, now, can we?" he smiled, hoping he could lighten the mood simply because he knew she wasn't always pleasant when she was first waking up.

"Would have had it if I would have slept last night," she arched her brow, turning around to make her way through her home.

He invited himself in and he shut the door behind him. "I take it you're by yourself?"

"Shannon's at work till ten, Robert took the boys to the Dodger game. I was gonna rest, but clearly that's not happening..." she pumped her brow, crossing her arms.

"I didn't mean to intrude, but I am glad you're here alone. I was hoping I could talk to you..." he assured, shoving his hands in his pockets.

Picking up her glass, "You wanna talk to me?" she scoffed before taking a sip.

"I think we should, yes."

"Well, I don't even think you should be here... This is a dangerous game we're playing now. You're dating my daughter... The child of mine who knew about our affair, no less."

"Do you think I've planned this or something?" he cocked his head with a furrowed brow.

"To spite me, I've considered it..."

"Well, I didn't... I was torn up about what happened with you and I went out to drown my sorrows and I met her at the bar."

"So I have found..."

He sighed.

"Well... Did you sleep with her?" she wondered.

"Is that something you'd really wanna know, Stevie?" he furrowed his brow once more. "Whether or not something happened between us, would you really wanna know that?"

"I guess you make a point..."

"I know..."

"So, maybe you should just leave then," she settled her hand on his shoulder to give him a nudge in the direction of the front door.

"Now, wait..." he turned back.

"What?" she said through gritted teeth.

"You don't think we need to talk about this?" he wondered. "Your husband looked at me like I was a ghost last night and when I met your sons..."

"When you met my sons... What?" she shrugged.

"It made me realize that I don't get the whole you that I've been wanting so badly... It also made me realize how loved you are by so many people... Your kids, your husband..." he took a step forward, taking her hand in his, "By me..." he pressed his lips to the back of her hand.

She scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"I'm serious," he settled her hand to his chest.

"I'm serious too," she glared, pulling her hand away from him. "You love me so much that you lied to me about Kristen, I barely had to confront you because I caught you, we have a fight, so you decide the plan is to get drunk and get laid by somebody else... You meet my daughter instead and take her out... But you're gonna tell me you love me? Now, why would I believe anything you say to me?"