Stuck in you

"I have something for you," Jack said with a smile. He took out a business card and handed it to her. "I'm sure you'll like it."

When Rachel saw the name printed on the card, she exclaimed, "Oh my God! Why do you have her card?"

"She has a model exhibition tomorrow afternoon. I'll take you there," Jack announced. He smiled broadly at her, but Rachel's attention was focused on the card in her hand. She failed to notice the unusual brightness in his eyes. It had an excitement that seemed to anticipate the fulfillment of a plot.

"Okay," Rachel replied and nodded as if hypnotized.

For years, she had developed a hobby of piecing together models. It was a good hobby for doctors to have because it provided a platform to practice their accuracy, patience and the agility of their fingers.

Each doctor would have had an encounter with models more than once throughout their career. And some doctors had taken up model making as a hobby.

And Rachel was a good example of this.

There was a special bookcase in her study room that had a small area for thick medical books while the rest of the space was taken up by models that she had pieced together.

However, as work became busier, her hobby had to take a back seat to her profession. But each time there was a model exhibition, she never failed to attend.

And Jack knew about this very well. The card that he gave her was from a person that always had exhibitions for a limited number of people only. Rachel wanted to buy a ticket, but they were sold out before she could get one.

Jack stood in front of the door to her apartment for a moment longer and stared lovingly at Rachel. He pointed at the empty elevator that opened at her floor and seemed to wait for him. "Call me after work tomorrow. I need to head back home," he said in a gentle voice.

"Have you had dinner yet? Do you want to stay and have some with me?" Rachel asked in a timid voice.

It was the first time that she offered to have dinner with him. Jack's lips curled upward and formed a naughty smile. He gently shook his head at her offer. "Next time. There's something that I need to deal with tonight," he explained.

"Okay. Be careful on your way," Rachel reminded him. After Jack had left, there was a feeling of emptiness in Rachel's heart. It was like a void that couldn't be filled. It seemed like she was no longer used to not being with him.

Jack sat inside his car and paused. He looked up through the sun roof and saw the light coming from a particular window in the building that he knew very well. He then started the car and drove out of the community.

A short time later "Mom! I'm back!"

Jack called out excitedly as he entered the living room. Tracy turned to him and stared at him. "Why are you so noisy? How old are you? Have you forgotten how to speak softly?"

placed his arms over her shoulders. "Didn't you say last time that you never had a son like me? So, I want

ago, Tracy had tried to persuade Jack to reconsider his stance on Celine, but he had interrupted her impatiently before she could even finish her words. He had pointed out that it was his own business and didn't appreciate her interference in his

been saddened when she had heard Jack's words. She had pointed angrily at his nose and scolded him. "I am your mother. I've taken good care of you

you talk to me like

had felt apologetic and pulled out a tissue to wipe her tears. "Mom, Celine is not as great a woman as you believe she is. I had her leave the city for more than one

them at once!" She had made it clear that she just wouldn't

replied to her. "Mom, I can handle it by myself.

old are you now? My friends' sons are all younger than you, but look at them. They are all fathers now. I'm the only one left

today and acted like

worried about him. She pulled him to sit with her on the sofa. She then pulled out several photos from a drawer of the TV cabinet and handed them to him. "Take a look at these pictures

you mean,

were already obvious

his mom were talking about. "Your mother has

family backgrounds. Now, we don't really have any particular requirements. You just

of the photos without even looking at them, her eyes widened in surprise. "What's wrong with you? You don't want Celine, who has been with you for so many years, and you don't even like to meet a new girl. Do you really want to be single all your

Jack said seriously. "I won't marry anyone else except

were truly destined to be together, then you wouldn't have divorced," Tracy replied with a frown as she shook her

that time, Mom, but there is no way that I will look at any other girl. So, please don't this for me again," Jack said in a determined tone of

her husband, Jonathan, who sat leisurely on the couch while reading the newspaper as

of our business, really. Let him make his own

two months. If you

with you, Tracy?" He shook

is really not someone to be trifled

office ten minutes before the end of shift. "Rachel, you

she commented.

"Yes, there is someplace I need

"I am

took off the white coat that Celia noticed the dress that she was wearing underneath. The waistline and the middle of the dress accentuated

"Rachel, your dress is so beautiful! Are you going on

wear something too casual. By the way, did you sleep well on your first