Ophelia

She wakes with an echoed thud coming from downstairs. At first, she feels relief, Jim has come to his senses and come back to her then when her thoughts sink in relief turns to sadness. Jim has come back? She is not sure she actually wants him back. It's late afternoon now, and the sky is slowly turning dark which means she watched movies and fell asleep for most of the afternoon. Something Jim would never have allowed. He would have had her combing through the four movie scripts that are currently sitting on the kitchen island. She hears something break and a hissing swear and then her heart drops. Right, Jim is back. She should be happy - he is her husband. She climbs out of the bed and makes her way down the stairway to her front hall. Something in her front yard catches her eye and so she stops to look out the window. What is that? Is that the pearl white Rolls Royce she had seen out back at the PR building? Oh no, had that man followed her home? Is he stalking her? She drops down on the floor and then peeps back out the window. She can't see anyone. She needs to call the police so she pats her pockets then remembers that she left her phone in the kitchen. She can't stand up, her stalker could be anywhere so she leopard crawls through the reception hall, into the hallway, and down to the kitchen. Keeping low as possible. As she crawls into the kitchen she knocks her head onto a pair of boots. Jim? No. These boots are much bigger and in much better taste than Jim would ever wear. She looks up and sees Austin standing above her. "Now, baby, usually I have to buy a woman dinner before she gets on her knees," he says with a smirk. Ophelia's mouth drops open at his remark, he has no shame then she squeaks when he then bends down and picks her up off the floor.