Welcome to Sunday Sips.
I hope you enjoy this short and sweet sample of Trembling Hearts.
“Dad, what is it you don’t understand? I love what I do and I’m damn good at it.” Jason Carr bellowed.
Taking a deep calming breath, he wished his younger sisters Jessica and Anise were home and not on a week-long shopping trip in New York with their paternal grandparents. The elder Carr tended to not behave like a colossal jerk in their presence.
This argument, every time he came home for a visit, was getting really old. He didn’t know why he continued to do this. His flaring nostrils struggled to deflate as he glanced across the table into his mother’s worried eyes. The two of them going at each other broke her heart.
If it wasn’t for the close bond with his mother and younger siblings, he wouldn’t be here having this heated exchange. Why couldn’t his dad give it a rest for once and let him enjoy spending time with the family?
Bernard Carr glared at his firstborn, the white of his eyes barely noticeable through their slits.
“What I don’t understand is why you prefer running in and out of burning buildings instead of working in the family business. I paid—”
Furious, Jason cut his father off. “I don’t need you telling me how much money you spent sending me to school! And how my Master’s in Finance is going to waste!”
Being a firefighter in a big city was what he dreamed of since he was a boy. As a kid he would watch television shows and movies that featured firefighters. The brave men rushing into fierce flames in order to save lives fascinated him. He would daydream for hours about growing up big and strong like the men on the screen so he could save people too.
Jason’s wish of sprouting up brawny was no longer a fantasy. By the time he was sixteen-years-old, he was six-four and weighed two hundred ten pounds. Eating healthy and pumping iron, he grew massive with the strength to carry a grown man nearly twice his size. If he had any say so over his life, after high school he would have taken the firefighter’s exam. Keeping the peace, he gave in to his parents’ expectations to attend college and grad school.
After obtaining an MBA in Finance, he worked fifteen months in the family’s winery business. Although he was efficient at learning the financial side of the business, he was absolutely miserable. He didn’t care about quarterly cost of goods sold, profit and loss, account receivables, or account payables. With each day he spent at Carr’s Winery he resented his father even more for having to live his dream.