Victor was quiet when we got into his car and began the drive back to his apartment.
I could still sense his anxiety and jealousy and understood why he felt this way. But I was determined to work with Shane on the story, so we needed to talk about it.
“You don’t want me doing the story with Shane,” I said, breaking the silence in the car.
“Does it matter if I don’t?” he asked.
“You always matter to me,” I replied. “But I don’t know why you don’t trust me.”
“I didn’t say I don’t trust you,” he insisted.
“I can feel your jealousy,” I said. “We can’t hide our feelings from each other.”
“Maybe I am a little jealous,” Victor admitted. “You are a special and beautiful woman. So, of course, I am uneasy with you working closely with an attractive, charming man like Shane.”
“You are attract
