A Thanksgiving Gift… a deleted scene from Jake in TSI2

As a Thanksgiving gift for my fans (who I am incredibly thankful for!!!!), I’m posting a deleted scene from the upcoming The Storm Inside 2 (title coming soon!).  I forgot all about this poor scene (it got deleted so early….) and now I’m wondering if I should put it back in! Either way, I thought this scene was fun and wanted to share while everyone was off for the holiday weekend!

Safe travels everyone and enjoy some good food! xoxo

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Her eyes flared and I knew right then and there I was totally screwed.

“Have you lost your f#cking mind?” she shrieked.

If I wasn’t so damn terrified of her, I’d stop to notice how beautiful she was when she was mad. I think it’s the passion. I love Eve’s passion. When she’s mad it pours out of her. Her brown eyes are like lightning and her cheeks flush. Yes, her voice varies between ear splittingly shrill and darkly quiet, but it’s also filled with a smart wit few people on this planet could master.

But I was terrified of her, so there was no time to linger on Eve’s finer qualities. Right then I needed to focus on keeping her from completely losing it.

“Darlin’, I love you.”

Oh sh*t. That did not have the desired effect. Her hand curled around the bottle of water she was holding and for a split second I thought it was coming across the counter at me. Instead she bit her lower lip and growled. “Don’t you darlin’ me you idiot! And I don’t care how many time you say you love me!”

I was out of words. I had no clue what to say to her to make her stop being mad at me. I knew I was an idiot, but I also didn’t know what else to do. She had to see that, didn’t she? “What should I have done differently?”

It is entirely possible Eve turned purple at that point. Maybe the house above us split open and let lightning strike me. That was possible, too. Either way I saw an entirely new level anger from Eve. One I hoped never to see again.

“Everything. You could have done everything differently. Jackass!”

“Could you please be more specific? Should I not have sat beside her?”

The bottle of water shot across the counter and I ducked, barely, as it whipped past my ear. Eve had a damn fine arm and that bottle was half full. “F*ck, Eve! Seriously? Can’t we talk like adults here?”

I was lost and confused and I just wanted to make the madness end but every single thing that came out of my mouth seemed to make things worse. I don’t know if it was good luck or bad luck, but Eve turned silently on her heel and stomped upstairs.

Idiot that I was, I followed her. “Eve, where are you going? We need to talk.”

But she didn’t answer. She just kept stomping up the stairs and into our bedroom door, which she slammed shut in my face. And locked.

“You can’t be serious!” I yelled at the door. She was acting so insanely it was making me mad, too. Why couldn’t she just take a deep breath and talk? Why was it so hard to tell me what the hell I’d done wrong?

I mean, other than all the obvious things….

Ok, so maybe I could answer my own damn questions.

“Baby, please open the door. I know I was a stupid moron, but I can’t do anything about that from the other side of a door.”

“Go. To. Hell.” she yelled back.

Fantastic. “I’m already there, babe. I’m already there.”

There was complete and utter silence for a minute while I pressed my forehead to the cool door. My hands were braced against the doorjamb and I wished I could somehow just push the door open and break down this barrier between us. “I’m sorry, Eve. I should’ve done a lot of things different.” I could hear her moving on the other side of the door. I thought she might have been pressed up against the other side. We would be touching if it weren’t for the damn door.

I wanted to be touching her. I wanted to be stripping off her clothes one piece at a time while I dropped kisses over her skin. “I never should have asked her to join us. I realize that now.”

“You are such an asshole.” she was almost whispering it.

I could hear the pain in her voice. I really was an asshole. “I know. Please open the door.”

“Why did you ask her to come?”

F*ck. Why did I feel like I’d already answered this ten times tonight? Oh, right. Because I had. “I already told you, darlin’, I didn’t know what else to do.”

I let my head fall against the door again. The impact felt good. Maybe I needed a good swift punch to the face to knock some sense into me. At the moment I was starting to feel like the worlds biggest idiot.

There was growl from the other side of the door that made me wince… and then silence. “Eve?”

Nothing.

A minute later I heard the shower turn on. Great. Fabulous. I was locked out of my own bedroom while my gorgeous wife took a shower without me. I wanted to kick the door in, jump in the shower with her, and make her listen to me. But that seemed a bit over the top creepy, even for me.

So instead I sat on the floor with my back against the door and tried to make sense of my night. Eve was being ridiculous. Well, a little bit anyway.

You’d think I needed a brain transplant with as stupid as I was. It wasn’t like it would take a rocket scientist to figure out you don’t put rocket fuel near an open flame.

The shower turned off and I started an annoying pattern of knocking on the door with my head and calling, “Eve, please let me in.” I was on my twenty-seventh cycle of that when she opened the door and I fell flat on my back at her feet. “Thanks.”

She glared at me and walked away. Her dark hair was wet and combed, all her makeup was washed away. And she was wearing a night gown… not my undershirt and boxers like she would usually be wearing (f she was wearing anything at all).

I liked it when she wore my clothes. Sure I gave her hell about stealing my shit from time to time, but secretly (or not so secretly) I loved that she preferred to wear my clothes.

It sucked to see her in something else. I needed to fix this before things got even worse. I was not sleeping on the couch.

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Posted on November 26, 2013, in Excerpt, Extras, The Storm Inside and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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