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and looked wearily into Paula’s bright green gaze. “What’s Frank’s problem?” I asked finally. “What really happened that day?”
Paula checked her watch then led me to a nearby seat, urging me to rest. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
I nodded, “tell me, Paula, tell me what’s wrong with him.”
“You should ask him.”
I gritted my teeth, “Paula, I’ve just accused him of being an alcoholic when he’s not. Please, you have to tell me the truth.”
Paula hesitated then shrugged. “A few years ago Frank started to feel unwell. Headaches, fevers and fatigue were the main things to start with, then I noticed he was losing a lot of weight and Cassie mentioned the terrible night sweats. There were other symptoms as well and we all urged him to see a doctor.” She paused, “I think he realised that something was wrong and it wasn’t just the flu. He was scared and to tell the truth, I can’t blame him.”
I frowned, “but you’re a nurse. Couldn’t you have, I don’t know, diagnosed him or something?”
Paula shook her head, “it’s not that easy. The symptoms he was displaying are non-specific, it could have been any number of medical problems. I had my suspicions, of course, but only hospital tests could confirm a diagnosis. It was the incident with Cassie and the loss of his baby that finally made him realise he had to do something about it.”
I scraped my lips with a dry tongue. Suddenly I was feeling nauseous myself. “What was wrong?”
With tears in her eyes, Paula took a deep breath, “leukaemia, Kate. Frank has leukaemia.”
Chapter twelve
1 November
Taking a deep breath, I shoved open the door, dreading what I was about to do but knowing I had no choice; this was going to be the most difficult meeting of my life. Stepping inside I peered around and slowly let out the breath I had been holding. So far, so good.
“Hello?” my voice sounded insignificant in the immense space; I didn’t remember the bakery being quite so big. Funny what tricks your mind can play on you.
“Can I help you? We’re closed.”
I glanced wildly at the door. The blinds were pulled down and the window displays empty. Not a pastry or croissant in sight. Confused, I swung back to find Frank standing behind me. Close enough to touch.
“The door’s locked. How did you get in?”
“I’m sorry, I … I thought you were open. I need to speak to you.”
Frank stared unblinking; I drowned, of course, in those eyes.
How original.
His tongue flicked out, wetting his lips, hypnotising me. “You want me?”
I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Yes,” I croaked, “I need you.” I reached out and touched his hand. “I’m so sorry, Frank. Paula told me –”
Frank placed his finger gently on my lips, silencing me with a touch. His finger left my lips, travelling lightly, slowly, following the line of my neck towards my breast, his other hand sliding down my back until it reached my bare buttocks.
Bare buttocks? You hussy.
I gasped as my nipple rose against his palm, goose bumps bubbling up my arms making me shiver. We were naked as he lay me down softly on the rug at our feet, our naked bodies entwined, his knowing hands caressing and seducing my eager skin. His touch delicate but firm.
“Why didn’t you tell me,” Frank murmured
I groaned in pleasure as his tongue caressed my nipple, the warm moistness making my hips thrust gently upwards, begging for him to enter me. Abandoning my breast, his mouth moved lower, kissing and caressing with tongue and lips. I could feel his hands, gently massaging my stomach.
“You should have told me, Kate.”
Opening my eyes, I peered past the softly rounded flesh of my breasts, to where Frank’s hands were lovingly fondling my belly. I sucked in a sharp breath of air as I studied my body, massively pregnant, writhing with life of its own.
Giving a cry of shocked repulsion, I desperately pushed myself backwards along the floor with my feet.
Paula checked her watch then led me to a nearby seat, urging me to rest. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
I nodded, “tell me, Paula, tell me what’s wrong with him.”
“You should ask him.”
I gritted my teeth, “Paula, I’ve just accused him of being an alcoholic when he’s not. Please, you have to tell me the truth.”
Paula hesitated then shrugged. “A few years ago Frank started to feel unwell. Headaches, fevers and fatigue were the main things to start with, then I noticed he was losing a lot of weight and Cassie mentioned the terrible night sweats. There were other symptoms as well and we all urged him to see a doctor.” She paused, “I think he realised that something was wrong and it wasn’t just the flu. He was scared and to tell the truth, I can’t blame him.”
I frowned, “but you’re a nurse. Couldn’t you have, I don’t know, diagnosed him or something?”
Paula shook her head, “it’s not that easy. The symptoms he was displaying are non-specific, it could have been any number of medical problems. I had my suspicions, of course, but only hospital tests could confirm a diagnosis. It was the incident with Cassie and the loss of his baby that finally made him realise he had to do something about it.”
I scraped my lips with a dry tongue. Suddenly I was feeling nauseous myself. “What was wrong?”
With tears in her eyes, Paula took a deep breath, “leukaemia, Kate. Frank has leukaemia.”
Chapter twelve
1 November
Taking a deep breath, I shoved open the door, dreading what I was about to do but knowing I had no choice; this was going to be the most difficult meeting of my life. Stepping inside I peered around and slowly let out the breath I had been holding. So far, so good.
“Hello?” my voice sounded insignificant in the immense space; I didn’t remember the bakery being quite so big. Funny what tricks your mind can play on you.
“Can I help you? We’re closed.”
I glanced wildly at the door. The blinds were pulled down and the window displays empty. Not a pastry or croissant in sight. Confused, I swung back to find Frank standing behind me. Close enough to touch.
“The door’s locked. How did you get in?”
“I’m sorry, I … I thought you were open. I need to speak to you.”
Frank stared unblinking; I drowned, of course, in those eyes.
How original.
His tongue flicked out, wetting his lips, hypnotising me. “You want me?”
I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Yes,” I croaked, “I need you.” I reached out and touched his hand. “I’m so sorry, Frank. Paula told me –”
Frank placed his finger gently on my lips, silencing me with a touch. His finger left my lips, travelling lightly, slowly, following the line of my neck towards my breast, his other hand sliding down my back until it reached my bare buttocks.
Bare buttocks? You hussy.
I gasped as my nipple rose against his palm, goose bumps bubbling up my arms making me shiver. We were naked as he lay me down softly on the rug at our feet, our naked bodies entwined, his knowing hands caressing and seducing my eager skin. His touch delicate but firm.
“Why didn’t you tell me,” Frank murmured
I groaned in pleasure as his tongue caressed my nipple, the warm moistness making my hips thrust gently upwards, begging for him to enter me. Abandoning my breast, his mouth moved lower, kissing and caressing with tongue and lips. I could feel his hands, gently massaging my stomach.
“You should have told me, Kate.”
Opening my eyes, I peered past the softly rounded flesh of my breasts, to where Frank’s hands were lovingly fondling my belly. I sucked in a sharp breath of air as I studied my body, massively pregnant, writhing with life of its own.
Giving a cry of shocked repulsion, I desperately pushed myself backwards along the floor with my feet.
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