my short story

A few months ago I started a shortish story. I haven't written it in while because I have been writing about other things. I have decided to finish it rather than leave it half written.

To continue:

James combed his hands through his hair rubbing his scalp and forehead which was followed by a sigh of resignation. He took off his glasses and began rubbing his eyes. With the corner of his sleeve he wiped the lenses of his glasses, and put them back on his face. He looked at his watch, "4:57," he said under his breath. He clicked off his computer screen and began to stand up when the phone rang. "This is James," he answered. "Hi hon,"said the voice on the other end. It was Linda, his wife of 8 years. "Can you stop by Sam's and pick up some milk and bread? We are almost out, and since it's on your way home....". "Sure," he said with an attempt at enthusiasm. "Okay then. I'll see you soon." She hung up. He was slightly annoyed. She rarely if ever asked how is day was, or what was going on at work. She was a great mother and wife, but sometimes it bothered him that that was all her interests were.

He stood up, grabbed his briefcase and jacket, turned towards the door and switched off the light. As he closed the door, the phone rang again. "Damn" he said to himself. He had locked the door and now needed to find the keys so he could open it again. He dropped his briefcase and jacket in the hallway, scrambling through his pant pockets, he found his key chain and located the key. His hands had begun to shake a little as the third ring sounded off. He slammed the door open and leapt for the phone, "Hello. Hello. This is James," he yelled somewhat out of breath. There was no reply. He repeated himself, "Hello." A quiet, female voice came over the phone, "James?". The sound of her voice took his breath away. "Sam?" he replied. "Hi, how are ya?". "I'm fine. Thanks. Sorry to call you so late. I wasn't sure if you would still be in the office." "Yes, well I was just about to leave, but I'm happy you called." he said with a cracked voice. "I won't keep you then, I just wanted to touch base and find out if lunch this week worked good for you?" He thought about it for a second, "Yes, I'm available. How about tomorrow?" "Oh...okay, sure... when and where?" she said a with surprised tone. "How about Millie's down on Main Street. They have a nice lunch out on their patio. Say around 12:30?" He surprised himself with his assertiveness. "Uh...okay. That sounds nice." she said. "See you then. Bye James." "Bye."

He hung up the phone with a smile on his face. He turned toward the door again, picked up his briefcase and jacket and shut the door. He made his way to his car and unlocked the door. Suddenly a shiver of fear ran through him. "Linda," he thought to himself. She was not going to be happy about this reunion. She despised Samantha. Not because she new her personally, but because she has known how James has felt about Sam ever since James and Linda were married. Linda has always felt that she was somehow second in his heart. No matter how she tried, she could never over come the fact that Samantha was his first, true love.