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I feel a surge of anger at her words. My jaw clenches as I struggle to keep my composure. Is she implying that there’s something wrong with Lisa? That she’s not good enough for me? I can’t help but bristle at the insinuation.
“What do you mean by that?” I ask, my voice low and dangerous. “Are you trying to insult my wife?”
Kara shakes her head and lifts her hands in a show of peace. “I’m just saying that most husbands are eager to tell the world why they married their women. What’s so special about Lisa that made you fall in love with her at first sight?”
I feel a surge of frustration at her question, and I clench my fists at my sides as I struggle to keep my temper in check. But before I can respond, Lisa squeezes my hand, and her touch grounds me, reminding me to stay calm.
“It’s okay,” she says softly, her voice filled with warmth and affection. “You don’t have to answer that if you don’t want to. Just tell them the truth.”
I take a deep breath, and I force myself to relax, push aside my anger, and focus on the task. “I simply met her and fell in love,” I say, my voice softer now and my tone tinged with affection as I look into Lisa’s eyes. “Sometimes, that’s all there is to it.”
When Kara’s line of questioning turns to my profession, I feel a knot forming in my stomach. It’s no secret that my past is unconventional, and I can’t help but wonder where this interview is headed.
“I help with her floral shop,” I say, trying to keep my tone casual despite my unease. “We run the business together.”
But Kara isn’t satisfied with my answer, her eyes narrowing as she leans closer. “But considering that you only married Lisa recently, you must have a few other businesses, right?”
I’m annoyed by her persistence, but I force myself to stay calm and keep my emotions in check. “Why couldn’t I simply be unemployed?” I ask.
Kara laughs at my question, and the sound grates on my nerves. “Not with that brand of suit,” she says, her voice smooth and tinged with sarcasm.
There’s a long, uncomfortable silence as her words sink in, the weight of her implications hanging heavy in the air. And then, without warning, I burst into laughter, echoing through the room as everyone watches me, including Lisa.
But as quickly as it started, my laughter dies away, replaced by a sudden seriousness that seems to catch Kara off guard. I meet her gaze head-on, my expression steely as I lean in closer.
“Well, you have no proof of any other businesses, and you’re invading our privacy. Moving forward, we will be pressing defamation charges against you.”
Kara’s eyes widen, and the room falls silent at my words, tension crackling in the air. For a moment, the world holds its breath, waiting to see what will happen next. And then, with a smirk, I sit back in my chair, waiting for Kara’s response.
She clears her throat nervously, trying to regain her composure as she meets my gaze head-on.
“Of course,” she says, her voice sounding strained. “I apologize if my questions seemed . . . presumptuous. We’re just trying to get to know you both better.”
But despite her attempts to brush off my words, I see the flicker of uncertainty in her eyes. She knows I’m not one to be trifled with, that there’s more to me than meets the eye.
Kara clears her throat once more, quickly regaining her professional demeanor. She turns back to her notes. “Well, I think that’s all the time we have for today,” she says, her voice betraying a hint of nervousness. “Thank you both for joining us, and I apologize for any inconvenience. We will be sure to get our facts right before any further discussion.”
As she hurriedly wraps up the interview, I exchange glances with Lisa, a knowing look passing between us. Despite the uncomfortable turn the interview took, I feel a sense of satisfaction at having put Kara on edge. It’s always good to remind people that appearances can be deceiving and that it’s sometimes better not to poke a bear, especially when you know it’s a bear.
Once the interview is over, we’re led to the dressing room, where the producer tells us to take all the time we need to freshen up. Tension still lingers in the air, but I feel a sense of relief wash over me as we walk into the room, and I can finally breathe a little easier.
As soon as the door clicks shut behind us, Lisa rushes toward me and wraps her arms tightly around my waist. I hold her close and exhales a shaky breath.
“Hey, it’s okay,” I murmur, running my hand soothingly down her back. “It’s over now. You don’t have to worry anymore.”
Lisa pulls away slightly, her eyes searching mine for reassurance. “I was so scared,” she admits, her voice trembling slightly. “But you . . . you were so calm and collected. I don’t know how you do it.”
I can’t help but smile at her words. “I told you not to worry,” I say, cupping her cheeks. “I’ve got everything under control. I’d do anything to protect you.”
Lisa’s smile widens at my words, a warm glow spreading across her features. “I know,” she says softly. “And I’m so grateful for that. You’re my rock, Frank.”
Leaning in, I gently kiss her lips and feel her melt in my arms. Does she realize where we are? She can’t possibly give me that body language and think I won’t “take” her.
“What are you doing?” I ask, my breath uneven.
“Uh, I don’t know. I guess watching you put that bratty reporter in her place turned me on.”
“Oh yeah? Well, the producer did say we could take all the time we need.”
