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left the room without questioning him further.
‘Antony’s asking for you,’ Derek said when I came out.
Tucking the book under my arm, I went upstairs to my room. Insecurity made me not want anyone else to see it. It was special to me and I needed it all to myself. I itched to start reading but I didn’t have time.
Antony looked a little groggy. The doctor had obviously given him strong painkillers. The old man was shutting his bag so I took the opportunity to hide the book in the drawer of the dressing table.
‘He will need to take these four times a day. I’ll be back tomorrow to check the wound and change the dressing. He needs to stay in bed for a couple of days to let the stitches settle.’ The doctor handed me a bottle of pills. Seeing him out, I thanked him for all that he had done.
‘I’m sorry you got shot,’ I said to Antony as soon as we were alone.
‘Did you arrange it, then?’ His lip rose into his cheek and revealed his dimple.
I shook my head, a little tempted to hit out at him. ‘Yes. I can’t believe they were such a rubbish shot,’ I joked.
He laughed, cringing when the movement jolted his shoulder. ‘You saved my life anyway,’ he said as his eyes met my gaze.
Stillness surrounded me. I couldn’t breathe as he reached out and pulled me towards the bed.
‘I’m not sure I did,’ I whispered as he tugged on my hand.
I knelt on the carpet. He reached up to stroke my cheek. ‘You breathed air into me when we were underwater.’
His hand found its way to the back of my neck. What was he doing? Was he high from the meds? Would he remember this when he was well again?
‘I’ve never seen anything so amazingly…’
I smiled as he pulled me closer.
‘Weird,’ he finished.
My body froze as the words hit my chest like a dart. Ripping out of his grasp, I pushed myself up.
He frowned. I turned to the window and looked out. I knew I was weird. I didn’t need him to confirm it for me.
‘What’s the matter?’
‘Nothing,’ I replied, gripping the windowsill as I watched a tractor in the distance.
‘Don’t lie.’
I huffed and tried to loosen my shoulders. ‘When’s your birthday?’
He didn’t answer for a moment. ‘I’m not telling you,’ he eventually said.
‘Fine,’ I spat, going to the drawer and taking out my new book.
‘Where are you going?’
‘You need to rest,’ I replied, before slamming the door shut behind me.
Chapter Eight
The book made no sense at all. It didn’t speak of true love and happily ever after. It spoke of opening and surrendering. I had no idea what that meant. I threw it across the grass and blinked to clear my vision. The sun had set and the sky had turned navy. The cold air suddenly filtered through the blanket I was wrapped in. My whole body shivered and I hadn’t even noticed.
‘Dinner time, love,’ Bev announced through the kitchen window.
The swing moved as I got up and retrieved the book. I was being stupid when it came to Antony but I couldn’t help it. My ego was easily bruised and his careless words had hit home.
‘Did Father find the person that shot Antony?’ I asked as I came into the dining room.
Derek and Bev were waiting to eat so I sat quickly.
‘No, he got away,’ Derek replied, digging into his roast beef.
‘Why was he trying to kill us?’
Bev hit Derek on the arm with her spoon. He looked down at his plate and carried on eating.
‘It’s best that we’re left out of the men’s world. What’s important now is that Antony recovers. We don’t want him getting an infection, so after dinner, you will spend the night in your room with him to make sure he doesn’t get a fever.’
My eyes must have popped out of my head. I hadn’t considered that Antony would stay in my room, or that I would have to be in there with him.
‘Have you got something I can sleep on?’ Arguing would be useless.
Bev smiled and nodded. ‘It’s already done, dear.’
The sigh that escaped me didn’t
‘Antony’s asking for you,’ Derek said when I came out.
Tucking the book under my arm, I went upstairs to my room. Insecurity made me not want anyone else to see it. It was special to me and I needed it all to myself. I itched to start reading but I didn’t have time.
Antony looked a little groggy. The doctor had obviously given him strong painkillers. The old man was shutting his bag so I took the opportunity to hide the book in the drawer of the dressing table.
‘He will need to take these four times a day. I’ll be back tomorrow to check the wound and change the dressing. He needs to stay in bed for a couple of days to let the stitches settle.’ The doctor handed me a bottle of pills. Seeing him out, I thanked him for all that he had done.
‘I’m sorry you got shot,’ I said to Antony as soon as we were alone.
‘Did you arrange it, then?’ His lip rose into his cheek and revealed his dimple.
I shook my head, a little tempted to hit out at him. ‘Yes. I can’t believe they were such a rubbish shot,’ I joked.
He laughed, cringing when the movement jolted his shoulder. ‘You saved my life anyway,’ he said as his eyes met my gaze.
Stillness surrounded me. I couldn’t breathe as he reached out and pulled me towards the bed.
‘I’m not sure I did,’ I whispered as he tugged on my hand.
I knelt on the carpet. He reached up to stroke my cheek. ‘You breathed air into me when we were underwater.’
His hand found its way to the back of my neck. What was he doing? Was he high from the meds? Would he remember this when he was well again?
‘I’ve never seen anything so amazingly…’
I smiled as he pulled me closer.
‘Weird,’ he finished.
My body froze as the words hit my chest like a dart. Ripping out of his grasp, I pushed myself up.
He frowned. I turned to the window and looked out. I knew I was weird. I didn’t need him to confirm it for me.
‘What’s the matter?’
‘Nothing,’ I replied, gripping the windowsill as I watched a tractor in the distance.
‘Don’t lie.’
I huffed and tried to loosen my shoulders. ‘When’s your birthday?’
He didn’t answer for a moment. ‘I’m not telling you,’ he eventually said.
‘Fine,’ I spat, going to the drawer and taking out my new book.
‘Where are you going?’
‘You need to rest,’ I replied, before slamming the door shut behind me.
Chapter Eight
The book made no sense at all. It didn’t speak of true love and happily ever after. It spoke of opening and surrendering. I had no idea what that meant. I threw it across the grass and blinked to clear my vision. The sun had set and the sky had turned navy. The cold air suddenly filtered through the blanket I was wrapped in. My whole body shivered and I hadn’t even noticed.
‘Dinner time, love,’ Bev announced through the kitchen window.
The swing moved as I got up and retrieved the book. I was being stupid when it came to Antony but I couldn’t help it. My ego was easily bruised and his careless words had hit home.
‘Did Father find the person that shot Antony?’ I asked as I came into the dining room.
Derek and Bev were waiting to eat so I sat quickly.
‘No, he got away,’ Derek replied, digging into his roast beef.
‘Why was he trying to kill us?’
Bev hit Derek on the arm with her spoon. He looked down at his plate and carried on eating.
‘It’s best that we’re left out of the men’s world. What’s important now is that Antony recovers. We don’t want him getting an infection, so after dinner, you will spend the night in your room with him to make sure he doesn’t get a fever.’
My eyes must have popped out of my head. I hadn’t considered that Antony would stay in my room, or that I would have to be in there with him.
‘Have you got something I can sleep on?’ Arguing would be useless.
Bev smiled and nodded. ‘It’s already done, dear.’
The sigh that escaped me didn’t
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