Sunday, October 19, 2014

#4 Decorating Vs. National Security - Which is more dangerous?

Oh my gosh! Robert and I went to the hardware store today to buy a few things for our remodeled powder room. You would think we were in some reality show decorating contest for as long as it took. I say get what you like, looks good and fits your style. He over analyzes each screw, bolt, beveled verses flat item on the list. Of course, if he can get it cheaper at the Habitat Store for pennies (no matter if it's dented or dinged) then that makes much more sense. He does make sure I'm okay with the choice. Most of the time I am. After the marathon selection process we headed home.

I couldn't help but wonder if Chase would even care what kind of mirror I chose. Would he shrug with a slow irritation that I even ask his opinion? The man has a black and white apartment that looks like it arrived in a box from some online store. No pictures or mementos sitting around. Just a violin propped in the corner he claims to know how to play and some old books that smells like the inside of a musty flea market. Unlike Robert, he believes life is a series of rooms all done in black and white. I've thought about sneaking in someday and stencil the words, "Keep it simple, stupid" over the fireplace.

Back to Robert. He's a good man. Not very romantic, but definitely a good guy. At least once a week one of my girlfriends tells me how lucky I am to have him. I smile and nod. They've never been to a big box store with him to buy paint. Our idea of chic or urban country style differs enough that ends in the silent treatment on the ride home. Then I just go buy what I want. The last time I painted he never acknowledged the change until someone showed interest. Believe it or not he said: "I told Tessa to just get whatever she thought best. I trust her completely."

Probably wouldn't say that if he knew I live a secret life working with a nondescript government agency. Does that sound like someone you can trust? Wonder what he'd think knowing I decided to work for Enigma because I have this over powering need to be thrilled. Paint colors, new bathroom fixtures and salvaged do-dads from the resale store doesn't do it for me. Knowing I make a difference in the lives of those who protect this country from monsters of terror keeps my heart beating at a rate that can't be considered healthy. I say it's the work. Sometimes I think it's something else.

Monday, October 13, 2014

#3 Zen vs. Dust Bunnies

Laundry piles up when I work, act as chauffeur, try to keep meals on the table and volunteer at the food pantry for my church. There are dust bunnies under my kid’s bed that look like ostrich eggs. The other day Daniel went to get his soccer ball and brought one of those to the car instead. I was not amused. Then my husband, Robert said I needed to cut something out to make more time for the house. After all I was the one that wanted a bigger house. If I couldn't take care of it maybe we should downsize.

Have you ever had that moment when you see Rambo’s body but your head is where Sylvester’s Stallone’s should be? Then you lift your machine gun in the air and start firing, while screaming your outrage because the toilet overflowed. Me too! So I pop the Totally Zen CD into the car thingy and crank that puppy up on high, hoping to outlast the “Let It Go” song from Frozen my daughter is singing in the back seat while her brothers practice their Kung Fu on each other.

When I was captured by this guy named Amon from Egypt he kept telling me not to be afraid. I nearly became hysterical with laughter. I told him I had three kids and taught in a public junior high school. “Not much scares me,” I snorted. Yeah. I snorted. Not very dignified, but I’d just been kidnapped and thrown in the floor board of a car. The driver thought he was Mario Andretti or something the way he kept swerving and gunning the engine. I guess he thought he could outrun the hurricane that was over us. Idiot. 

Oh! My point! Being a mom and housewife gets a little dicey at times. You can’t always be Martha Stewart for the Roberts of this world. Find something to relieve the stress; hot bubble bath, spa day or for me it’s working at Enigma fighting terrorists. Robert doesn't even know I keep a gun Velcro to the top inside drawer of the nightstand. Sometimes secrets are a good thing. 

Thursday, October 9, 2014

#2 Not my Fault

Captain Chase Hunter is a no nonsense ex-Delta Force captain. He stampedes around my life like a F5 tornado. With a chip on his shoulder and anger management issues, it's a wonder the president even wanted him to be a team leader at Enigma. I guess when you save the president's life his way of thanking you is to put you in even more danger. I know this because I had the misfortune of giving him over three pints of my blood once. Not exactly my best day! Next thing I knew I  was working for Enigma.

Anyway, back to the captain. He's over six foot with a definite Cherokee heritage showing in those high cheek bones and dark skin. He's not a handsome man but holy cow, he certainly takes my breath away with those chocolate brown eyes and wide mouth. Did I mention he's as strong as an ox with ... Goodness. I think I'm going to have to go splash some water on my face. Let's just skip the description.

We get along most of the time. I probably talk to him more than my husband about the kids, world events and my dreams. What always amazes me is that he actually listens to me. It's a little disturbing at times because he seems to hold his breath at every word. A number of times he's told me I'm the only person who can make him laugh. One thing that concerns me is he rubs a spot on his chest when I'm around. It's like I'm the reason he's in pain. The others on the team have never noticed it. Only me.  Robert only listens if food or sex is involved.

And "NO" I'm not sleeping with the captain. Well there was that one time when we first met. It was really very innocent, at least on my part. We were on a mission, one king size bed and he being the gentleman, slept on the floor. I promise I didn't know he'd get off the floor during the night, turn up the air and crawl into bed when I was sound asleep. Somehow the cold made me gravitate into his arms. Nothing happened! Horrified I set some kind of record jumping out of the bed the next morning. I didn't think he would ever stop laughing. Even today he holds that over my head.

So why did I share a room with him in the first place? I didn't have a choice. He didn't trust me because I sort of tried to escape several times. Totally not my fault. Robert had taken the children on a trip to Tahoe so it was out of the question I call for help. After all I was being watched by some crack pot agency at Homeland Security. I should have been safe. Right?

Those days started me on a journey that changed everything. The only person who knows the truth about me is Tierney James. If Enigma finds out about her she could be in danger too. She'd probably love working for them. At this point I'm just trying to keep my head above water with these guys. Every time I plan to quit, Chase does something that makes me realize I never will.

Sometimes I think I'm falling in love with him.