'Stop ignoring me' with Chase and Stacy?
“Come on, pick up,” Chase muttered as he paced along the porch, dial tone droning in his ear. When his third call inevitably led to his wife’s voicemail, he couldn’t suppress a growl of frustration. “Seriously? Come on, Stacy, even you can see how totally stupid this is! Yes, okay, I went to the pub but it was just one drink! We were celebrating a good shoot, that’s all, and you didn’t even let me explain! I’m sorry, okay? Stop ignoring me, please, and just open the door!”
Nothing -- not a flicker of movement or a peep from within the house. Maybe that was ultimately for the better, he realized at last, heaving a sigh. If the door had opened, it would only mean Stacy was luring him in for a shouting match face-to-face. Even the long, winding drive to his brothers’ would be less exhausting than that.