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Uncaged

... to justify the evening that lay in store. “I really like the opera. It’s beautiful. I love it.” “I’m sure you do,” Heath said but she saw the sparkle of amusement in his eye and it made her feel almost angry. “Just because we don’t drop everything and go on holiday like you doesn’t mean we don’t have a good time,” she snapped. “Some people have responsibilities.” “But don’t you hate it?” Heath said suddenly, and he turned and grasped her wrist, his voice unexpectedly impassioned. “Don’t you hate going to work and trying to stay happy and doing the same thing, day after day, year after year? It’s like a death sentence.” Isla stared at him a second, her eyes unable to look away from his and then she pulled free of his hold and laughed. “No it’s not. In that case, life is a death sentence. Death is inevitable. I’m spending my life with the people I love. It’s perfect.” “But it’s not,” Heath said and he seemed almost pitying. “You can’t break free. You do what everybody expects you to do. You have to fit into their expectations to do things you might not necessarily want to do. And if you don’t, if you try to change, people hate it. You alienate them.” He grabbed her hand again, forcing her to look at him. “I mean, imagine if you went home tonight, and your husband - he’s called Jeff, right? - Imagine if Jeff presented you with, surprise, surprise, two tickets to Don Giovanni and you said you didn’t want to go. If you said you’d rather stay in and watch a movie. Oh, and you ...

... quit your job too. And wanted to move to Timbuktu. What would he say?” Isla shook her head, and laughed hollowly. “But I wouldn’t do that.” “Why not?” Heath said, and there was a challenge in the intensity of his gaze. “Why not? It sounds good, doesn’t it?” “I can’t just do that,” Isla said. “Even if I wanted to, which I don’t. I don’t have that kind of money.” “It’s not about money,” Heath said. “You only need a plane ticket. One way. Out of here. Out of all the pressure and expectations.” He glanced down at the overflowing bag by her feet. “Imagine a life without all that. You can’t, can you? You wouldn’t dare try to disrupt your perfect routines because then your happy relationships would all get broken up. Jeff wouldn’t understand.” “You don’t know Jeff,” Isla said defensively. “You don’t know anything about him. Stop talking about him. You don’t know.” “I know he’s taking you to a show tonight,” Heath said, quiet and self-assured. “And you’ll act like it’s brilliant though it’s so boring it gnaws away at you. And the worst part is, it’s going to happen every year, this stupid, pointless routine and yet you can’t say anything because it’ll end in a fight.” “That’s not how it is,” Isla said stoutly and she tried to pull her hand from his grasp but he held on tight. “Believe me, Isla, I know.” Isla stared at him. He was leaning close. She could feel his breath on her cheek, see his dark eyelashes, the stubble on his jawline. There was something raw and natural in the moment. ...