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.’‘Don’t forget to tell Lucy.’‘I won’t.Shoo.’She shooed, and on the way to the café she called her mother.The response was predictable.‘Oh, how exciting! Well, it’s a pity you can’t come, of course, but they won’t have a baby every weekend so of course I can do it.I’ll let Mike and Sally know.Are you planning on coming up on Saturday after work?’‘I don’t know.It hardly seems worth it, really.I won’t get there till nearly nine, and then you’ll be coming back after breakfast.If you’re OK, I’ll leave it.I thought I’d blitz the house.’‘Oh, darling! That seems a bit unfair.’‘What, more unfair than me dumping the kids on you yet again so I can work? Hardly.Look, I’ve got to fly, I’ve only got a few minutes and I need to grab a coffee.I’ll see you later.’She hung up, ordered her coffee, which immediately made her think of Ed, and then thought of nothing else.If she was home alone tonight and Saturday night, maybe she could see him.Stay over, even.Heart pounding in anticipation, she sent him a text, and seconds later her phone rang.‘How about tonight?’CHAPTER EIGHTSHE WENT STRAIGHT into his arms.He was waiting for her in the garden and came through the arch to greet her, and he looked awful.‘What’s happened?’‘Nothing,’ he said into her hair.‘I’m tired, that’s all.Rough day.God, I’ve missed you.’She lifted her head and his lips found hers unerringly.‘Come to bed,’ he said against her mouth, and she nodded.She wasn’t sure what was going on, but he needed her, and that was all she needed to know.He made love to her with an intensity that stunned her.It was as if he was trying to lose himself, to escape from reality into a world where nothing existed except the two of them, and he held back nothing.He didn’t need to.She was with him all the way, clinging to him, fighting whatever hidden demons he was trying to exorcise, and when it was over he rolled onto his back, taking her with him, and held her tight against him as the sawing of his breath eased and their hearts slowed with the receding shock waves.She let him lie there for a while, but she could still hear the cogs turning, the emotion churning through him, and she tilted her head to study him.His face was expressionless.She lifted a hand and cradled his jaw, feeling the stubble rasp against her palm.‘Are you OK?’He turned his head towards her, his smile crooked.It didn’t reach his eyes.‘Yeah.Sorry.I’ve just had a really rough day with my grandfather.I’m not very good company, I’m afraid.’‘It’s fine, don’t worry about it.What’s wrong with him?’She felt his whole body tense, as if he was bracing himself to talk about it.‘His chest is a bit congested.’His voice was soft and a little raw, and she could hear his heart pounding under her ear.She moved so she could see him better.‘Pneumonia?’‘Yeah, and he’s got two advance directives with a whole bunch of conditions.No hospital, no resuscitation, no unnecessary intervention.The GP’s been great—it’s Andy’s wife, Lucy Gallagher.She only works part time, but she’s come out even when she’s been off duty, and she came out yesterday morning after she dropped the children off.She wasn’t supposed to be working, but she’d been worried about him the day before.And we had a long talk.’‘And?’He shrugged again.There was a hopelessness about the gesture that tugged at her heartstrings, and she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him.‘He’s dying, Annie.It’s just a matter of time now, and maybe not much of that.’‘Do you need to be there?’‘No.Marnie sent me home.She wanted to be alone with him.And there’s nothing I can do.’There was nothing to say to that, no platitude she could offer.Only herself.She cradled his cheek again, turning his face towards her so she could feather a gentle kiss on his lips.‘I love you.’He stiffened and closed his eyes, but he didn’t pull away.‘Annie, no,’ he pleaded, his voice cracking.‘Don’t do this.Don’t go there—’‘I am there.I didn’t mean to be, but I am.There are no implications for you, Ed.I’m not asking anything of you, I’m just telling you I love you, and that I’m here for you, whenever you need me, whatever you need from me—a shoulder, a way to lose yourself from reality, a sounding board, whatever.’He let out his breath on a long, shuddering sigh and pulled her closer.‘Just hold me,’ he said roughly, and she did [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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