Running Scarred (13 page)

He threw her clothes onto the bed and pulled on his shirt. He couldn’t bear to look at her delicious body again. The thought of giving her up now nearly killed him on the spot, but he took in a ragged breath and then breathed it out slowly.

“Come on, get dressed. This meant nothing. I’ll sign those papers and let you get back on with your life. You can go back to him now. I’ll stay out of your way.” His tone was resigned as he stood up and moved towards the door.

She dropped the duvet and swung her legs over the side of the bed. His dismissive, disinterested tone made her see red.

“What the hell are you talking about? I’m not going back to him! I didn’t want to see him that day he showed up here, and I don’t want to ever again. He was threatening me. He just wanted more money. If you had arrived only a few moments earlier you would know that I’m not lying.” She was shaking in distress, desperate to convince him. “I’m telling the truth Patrick. And why would I need to seduce you now anyway? I already have the permits. I love you. Do you need more proof?”

He was suddenly very still again, watching her
carefully. There was something frantic in her tone. And then she came up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. The fabric of the shirt he had dragged over his shoulders, rubbed against her naked breasts. Her nipples peaked against him.

He was staring at her incredulously. It just couldn’t be true. She couldn’t love him. It wasn’t possible that someone so beautiful could love someone so ruined.

But she was still there, standing defiantly in front of him. Close, warm, soft, fragrant and fabulous and still completely naked.

She stepped in even nearer, pressing her slender body against him, moulding herself to him.

“Do you need me to prove it to you? Patrick?” She asked again, her hands were in his hair now, her fingers running gently over his scalp, her lips hot and moist on his neck.

He pulled himself away and tipped her chin back searching deep into her dark eyes, expecting mockery, expecting lies.
He saw only the truth and the deepest desire pooled there. His whole being calmed, but his blood began to race again. He felt his passion throb and harden. He lifted his hand to her face, cupping it gently and tipping her chin further. He felt her sweet breath flood over him.

“Do I need you to prove that you love me?” He asked as his gaze drowned in hers.
“Oh God yes!” He whispered, crushing her lips with his own as he began tearing off his shirt.

They didn’t surface until the evening. They had made love frantically again, desperate for each other, then dozed for half the afternoon, and then they joined together yet again. Slowly, sensuously this time. Hours passed, touching, tasting, exploring.

As the light began to fade through the trees outside the window, a soft chirping sound roused them. Ellen leaned over the side of the bed and began to search through their discarded heap of clothes, for her mobile phone.

“Don’t answer it” Patrick murmured. He rolled over and dragged her back to his side.

She snuggled into his broad chest.

“What time is it?” She asked lazily.

“About seven I think.
Maybe later. Why? Do you have anything you’re meant to be at?” He curled a strand of her hair round his finger and tugged gently, bringing her face level with his. She put her lips on his, flicking her tongue over his teeth, then moved back again.

“No, it’s just that David normally rings about now, if he’s not on duty.”             

Patrick raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“On duty?
Doing what? I thought you said he’s a double amputee.” He propped himself up on his elbow, suddenly interested.

She looked up at him
, rolling her eyes as she traced the lines of his scars with her fingertip. He shuddered slightly, but didn’t stop her. Ellen dropped her finger.

“I said he’d lost his legs and most of his face, not his brain. He works in army intelligence now. Most of his mates are there too. They all took on office jobs after being wounded in active service. I’m surprised that you didn’t do something similar.” The phone had stopped ringing. “Oh well, I’ll just have to speak to him some other time.”

Patrick relaxed back in the bed, but then his stomach gave a huge growl.

Ellen laughed.

“All the exercise made you hungry?”

“Starving.
We missed breakfast and lunch. Guy my size needs feeding regularly. Come on let’s see what I’ve got hanging around.” He leaned over the side of the bed and grabbed his prosthetic leg from the floor. He winced as he tried to force the cradle onto his severed limb. “Damn. I’ve damaged it. It fell when I pulled it off.”

She watched over his shoulder as he tugged it back into shape. It creaked ominously.

“Well, you were in rather a hurry to get rid of it.” She giggled and pulled his shirt over her head. It dropped to past her thighs. His stomach gave another huge rumble and he jammed the leg onto the stump of his thigh.

He stood up at last.

“I think there’s some cassoulet left from yesterday. Fancy that?” He asked her. “It’s home made.” He lugged on some clothes.

“Hmm, lovely.
I don’t cook a lot, not that I could do much cooking at the Chateau anyway. I’ve only just had the electricity put on in the kitchen. I’ve been living off bread and cheese and cheap Champagne for the last eight weeks.”

Patrick laughed as he bustled about the kitchen.

“Doesn’t sound too bad to me.” 

Half an hour later they were tucking into delicious
ly tender pork loins covered with garlic, onions and haricot beans. He opened a bottle of red wine and poured it into beautifully fine wine glasses. They talked quietly as they ate.

“So what are you really thinking of doing with the place. As you said, I left the meeting early and didn’t hear the full plans.”
He put a last morsel into his mouth and chewed slowly.

She looked up suddenly. She hadn’t thought about her project all day. She thought about why, and smiled.

“You stayed to hear that it’s going to be a hotel for people with disabilities. The forces especially. I want somewhere fabulous that you can go. To relax with the family and not even think about being stared at or if the right equipment might be available. I want people to know they will be completely looked after, but also have the independence they crave. I want the kids to have a great time with mum and dad, not even considering what other people might think of their parents.”

Patrick laid his fork on his empty plate.

“Huh! Sounds great if it’s families but if it’s just us blokes then I still think it sounds a bit grim. It’ll be like something out of a horror movie. Like I said before, who’d want to see all us cripples shoved in one place all together.” He took another sip of wine.

Ellen couldn’t help it.
She laughed out loud, then stifled her giggles behind her hand.

“Cripple! For Goodness Sake! After what we just did all afternoon! Give yourself a little credit Patrick. You must be the least crippled bloke I know.”
Her eyes shone in merriment. 

He smiled widely
back at her, suddenly feeling a little stupid. He puffed out his chest as her words stroked his undernourished ego.

“Okay, I’ll give you that one, but there are a lot of blokes worse
off than me. Your David for one. Can’t be much fun for him.”

Ellen raised her eyebrows.

“Don’t you ever let him hear you say anything like that Patrick or he’ll show you just how crippled he isn’t. And most of his mates are the same. They’re all as tough as old boots and even if they’re not, they’ll never show it. It’s not going to be grim Patrick. All those chaps and the women too, they’ll be able to bring their families to somewhere they’ll all enjoy, without all the fuss of ridiculous theme parks, where dad can’t go on anything and everyone is staring or they are all worrying about who has the key to the disabled loo. They’ll all love the woods and the river. I’m putting in a luxury spa and a huge pool and sauna in the basement. The restaurant is going to be fantastic, with a blazing fire and a hog roast or barbeques outside in the summer. There’s going to be a cinema in the attic and a piano bar in the great hall. We’re going to have black tie balls and parties for the kids.” She was animated and the red wine glistened on her lips.

He was staring at her in awe.

“Okay, I agree it sounds great. When you put it like that I’d even book to come myself, but it’s going to cost a bomb. With all that lot going on, and the condition of your clients, you’re going to need plenty of staff and a lot of specialist equipment. You’re only going to have maybe twenty rooms available to rent out. No bank is going to listen to it as a business proposition and us army guys don’t have the cash for that kind of holiday anyway. Most of us are lucky if we can afford a weekend at Butlins. I know we get compensation for our injuries, but that’s all eaten up just trying to live, that’s if you get any at all. I was blown up over two years ago and I’ve still only had a small interim payment. They are still haggling over how much they think my leg was worth. I think you’re wasting your time even thinking about it.”

She caught hold of his hand and squeezed it
gently.

“Oh Patrick, do you think I haven’t thought about the funding. I’ve got some ideas to make up any shortfall. Let me worry about the money. Just at this moment, I’m rather more worried about you letting me stay here again tonight. I don’t think I can face that sleeping bag after a night and day in your wonderful bed.”

He leaned forwards and brushed a stray strand of hair from across her forehead. His fingers were warm and gentle. He massaged her cheek with his thumb, gazing deeply into her dark eyes.

His voice was suddenly husky with emotion.

“Do you think I’d be so stupid as to let you go ever again? I’ve never met anyone like you before, and I’ve never felt like this before either Ellen. I only ever want to feel like this from now on. For the whole of the rest of my life.” His hand slipped inside the collar of the shirt she had pulled on and he caressed her across her shoulder. Her skin was smooth and incredibly soft. “I love you.” He whispered.

She leaned towards him, her eyes full of desire again.

“Does that mean I can stay?” She asked quietly as she pushed the plates to one side.

He stood up quickly, shoving his chair back to the wall as he dragged the table out from between them. He took a step forwards, placed his hands on
her shoulders and pulled her up into his arms. He held her tight against him as he bent his head to hers.

“Forever.”
He whispered back. Then his mouth covered hers, his tongue tasting deeply as all thoughts of any more conversation disappeared in a haze of passion.

Chapter Seven

“What time does your brother get here?” Patrick was leafing through some colour charts,
comparing them with the splodges of brownish goo smeared onto a board in front of him.

Ellen
came and stood close beside him, her arm brushing his. She could feel the warmth of his skin through his linen shirt. She tried to concentrate on the coloured goo.

“Not until the morning. They’re taking the overnight ferry. I can’t wait for you to meet him and his mates. You lot are going to get on like a house on fire. It’s a pit
y they are only here for a week, you’ll barely have time to get to know each other.” She sighed miserably.

Patrick frowned down at her.

“Well, why doesn’t he stay longer? I thought he was meant to be doing this hotel thing with you. Does he have to go so soon?” He made himself sound disappointed. He would only have to share her for a week. He wanted to keep her to himself, but he also wanted her to be happy.

Ellen le
aned forwards to peer at the splodge covered board with Patrick.

“He only has
one week of leave. He’s back on duty next Monday.” Ellen linked Patrick’s arm and considered the colours with him. She tapped her finger under a mellow beige.

Patrick smiled knowingly.

“That’s the one Jean-Paul and I thought you would choose. It tones really well with the original stone in the house. We’re going to keep as much of it exposed as possible. He’ll be pleased at your choice.” They were looking at the colour samples of possible new plaster.

Since they had been together, he had thrown himself into helping her with the Chateau. He was surprised at how much he was enjoying it. He looked down at her and put the colour chart on the table.

“Come here.” He grabbed her round the waist, unable and unwilling to resist her. “I love you woman.” He kissed her on the top of her head and then moved to kiss her lips.