Revelation of Hearts (Stacey and Shane Mcleod, #3) by Rikki Dyson

couldn’t put his finger on it. He thought it best not to say anything to Lora about it. He knew how sensitive she was about her privacy. 
    Jonathan had grown a mustache in the early spring. This morning he decided to shave it off.  Afterwards he stood for some time staring at himself in the mirror. Finally, he realized he had an uncanny resemblance to the man in the photo. The more he thought about it, the more jealous he became.
    Lora was lying in bed waiting for Jonathan to finish in the bathroom. When he came out Lora knew something was wrong by the look on his face.  He walked to the bedside table and opened the drawer.  He took out both frames of photos, threw them on the bed, and angrily asked, “Who’ve you been making love to, him or me?”
    Lora jumped out of bed, balled up her fist and hit him right in the solar plexus as hard as she could. She said, “Fuck you, Doctor McKay.  What goes on in my head is none of your damn business.”  She went into the bathroom and slammed the door.
    Jonathan got dressed and left.  The more he thought about the situation the faster he drove.  It didn’t take long for the highway patrol to pull him over to give him a ticket.  In his haste, he had forgotten his wallet. With no identification and resisting arrest, off to jail he went. With his one phone call, he tried to call Lora, but no answer.  He tried every hour. Finally, at eight o’clock he reached her. He told her what had happened and that he would be arraigned at ten o’clock the next morning.  He asked, “Will you please bring my wallet and stop your damn chortling.” 
    “I’ll be there with bells on just for you,” Lora said jovially.
    “Just come, leave the damn bells at home,” Jonathan said. Lora hung up laughing.
    Lora was waiting in court the next morning when Jonathan was brought before the Judge. The Judge gave him a good tongue-lashing and fined him one hundred-fifty dollars for speeding in excess of ninety miles per hour and two thousand dollars for striking an officer of the law. 
    “I do apologize for both offenses your honor.” 
    “Good, pay the Bailiff,” the Judge said.
    When Jonathan opened his wallet, all he had was ninety-seven dollars. He turned to Lora and asked, “Are you gonna loan me some money or am I going back to jail?”
    “I’ll loan you the money, you’re too damn cute to leave in jail. All your little friends in there might wanna’ have their way with you.”  The officers that over heard chuckled lightly as Jonathan turned red. Outside, as they went to the compound to retrieve his car, Jonathan said, “I’m sorry, I had no right to get so green with jealously.” 
    “You’re wrong, about why I’m with you. I like your company and you’re fun to be with, most of the time.”
    Chapter-11
    Meet Mr. Chen
    In the fall of nineteen-seventy-eight, Jonathan told Lora that he had been accepted at Boston General to study psychiatry. “Would you consider coming with me?” 
    “No, I think not, but thank you for asking, Doctor McKay. You need to find yourself a wife, settle down and have kids.”
    “I could do that with you,” he said.
    “No, it wouldn’t be fair to you living in someone else’s shadow. You deserve to be number one.”
    Jonathan left for Boston in late October. Lora was alone once again. Jonathan would call once a week or so to say, hello and complain about the cold. His brother Greg and his family lived in New York City. He had been there a couple of times to visit.
    Christmas week Jonathan called early one morning. He said, “Lora, honey, will you please fly up here to Boston.  Greg and his family flew to Texas for the holidays, but I couldn’t get away and I’m stuck here in the cold and I’m so damn lonely.”
    “Haven’t you found a girlfriend yet?” Lora asked. 
    “Heck no, they’re keeping me to busy.”
    “Okay, buy my ticket and I’ll be there.”
    Lora arrived on American airlines on the twenty-third of December.