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his desire to set Ham at ease, but it was a burden
unloaded. He felt better for admitting he wanted to see Munro and
Avril together.
    “ Ach,” Ham
said dismissively. “Who’s to say what normal is? Is it normal to
stand there and watch an enemy army approach you and not try to run
away, as we did at Balaclava?” He shook his head. “Truth is, lad,
it runs in our veins. Our father and mum were the same. You
remember Uncle Davie?”
    Conall was again struck
with amazement. “Yes, of course. He was Da’s best friend since they
were children. He was never far to be found until he
died.”
    “ Mmm,” Ham
said, staring at Avril’s hut. “He was their lover, you
know.”
    “ You lie!”
Conall exclaimed in shock, remembering both his parents’ profound
grief when Davie Farrell died.
    “ No, I
don’t,” Ham said, shaking his head. “Row told me and Dougie he
caught the three of them together once. They were all together, just like
Finn and Edith and me. Do you understand?”
    “ He was…with
Mum?” Conall said, confused. Was there more?
    “ No,” Ham
said, staring at him solemnly. “He was with Da and Mum.”
    Conall’s heart lurched
and began to beat double time. Without his even trying to think
about it, the picture of him and Avril and Munro all sweaty and
naked and humping popped into his head. His prick actually hurt it
grew so hard. “Christ almighty,” he whispered.
    Ham nodded. “Now you do
understand.”
    Conall stared at him.
“And you and Finn…”
    “ Aye,” Ham
said. “Me and Finn.”
    “ Does it
hurt?” Conall asked, and Ham laughed. Conall blushed again. His
face must be the same color as his scarlet jacket.
    “ A little the
first time,” Ham said, “just like for a woman. Ah, but lad, just
like a woman there’s pleasure to be found after the pain.” The look
on his face was dreamy. Conall was sweating in the freezing winter
he was so aroused just talking about it. Because they were talking
about him and Munro, weren’t they? Well, he was. Ham was talking
about Finn, which was something he was trying hard to
ignore.
    “ So I’m not a
pervert?” Conall asked with grin.
    “ Course you
are,” Ham said. “And so am I. At least to everyone else. But that
doesn’t matter a bit when you’re with them. Trust me.”
    Conall shook his head.
“They’ll never do that. Not Avril and Munro.”
    “ Don’t be so
sure,” Ham said with a knowing look. “She wants you both, everyone
knows that. And I’ve seen the way he looks at you.” He put his hand
on Conall’s shoulder. “Don’t let the opportunity for true happiness
pass you by, Conall. This is war, make no mistake. We were all damn
lucky at Balaclava, you most of all. You’ve got a second chance
here. Use it wisely.” He stood up and, with a pat on Conall’s
shoulder, left him there to think and spy.
     
     
     

C hapter E ight
     
     
    “ So, have you
fucked her yet?”
    Graeme spun around, ready
to punch whoever had spoken. He was shocked to see Conall standing
there behind him in his tent. He hadn’t heard him come in, his
thoughts had been so full of Avril. “What?” he asked, sure he’d
misunderstood simply because of the base nature of his own
thoughts. He blushed like a schoolboy, as if he’d been caught with
his hand down his pants.
    “ I was
wondering if you’ve fucked Avril yet,” Conall said. He walked in
and made himself at home, sitting down on Graeme’s cot.
    “ I hardly
think that’s a respectful way to talk about her,” Graeme said
angrily, yanking his red sash into place over his left shoulder. He
checked to make sure it wasn’t wrinkled over the epaulette on his
jacket. Before he could straighten it out, Conall jumped up and
stepped in close behind him. He fussed with the sash, straightening
it and then smoothing it out down Graeme’s back. Then, after a
moment’s hesitation, he reached around Graeme’s waist and smoothed
the sash down the front to his hip, coming perilously close