An Innocent's Surrender - Page 28

‘It was wonderful…this afternoon,’ she said half shyly, searching for a safe subject for conversation. ‘So beautiful…that perfect baby.’

Something in the yearning quality of her voice must have reached him because he said softly, ‘Would you like children, Christy?’

Only yours. She flushed as she thought she had spoken out loud, gratefully realising that she hadn’t after all.

‘Yes…yes, I would.’

His face darkened suddenly. He got up and stared down at her. ‘It’s no good, I promised myself I wouldn’t interfere, but I can’t stand by and see you ruin your life. Think of all that you’re giving up by holding on to your love for David Galvin. He doesn’t love you to the same extent. Surely you must see that. He’ll never give you children, Christy. He already has a wife and family.’

She looked at him, curiously warmed by the fire and the coffee, wondering at the intensity in his voice.

‘Have you ever been in love, Dominic?’

He frowned and turned away from her so that his face was in the shadows. ‘Yes…’ He sounded terse.

‘And…and did she love you too?’ Why on earth was she tormenting herself like this?

‘Once I thought she did.’ The words seemed to be dragged out of his throat under fierce pressure. ‘But…but I was wrong.’

Some girl in the States, perhaps. Maybe that was even the reason why he had come home, but she couldn’t probe any further; she didn’t have the right, and neither did she have the strength to sit there and listen to Dominic telling her about the woman he loved.

‘I’ve got some reports to write up; do you mind if I do some work?’

Christy shook her head, watching as he walked over to his desk and sat down. Within seconds he seemed totally absorbed in what he was doing, leaving her free to look her fill at him.

He worked for about an hour, but she wasn’t bored; The crackle of the logs and the faint sounds from his desk as he wrote, the fact that she was here with him—all these things filled her with a pleasure that was tinged with melancholy. She fell asleep while he was still working, unaware of the fact that he had put down his pen to come and look broodingly down at her. Her towel had slipped, revealing the gleaming curve of her shoulder. As he bent to tuck the towel round her she woke up.

It was a shock to find him so close. ‘Are you still working?’

‘No, I’ve finished now.’ A faint smile tugged at his mouth. ‘You’re not my patient—remember? Do you feel hungry? Shall I make us something to eat?’

She pulled a face and said drowsily, ‘I seem to have lost my appetite recently.’ For a moment he stared at her, and then he tensed.

‘My God, Christy, you’re not…’

As his hands gripped her shoulders she stared back at him and then suddenly realised what he thought.

‘No… No, I’m not pregnant…’

It was ridiculous to think she had seen disappointment momentarily darken his eyes, and she told herself that seeing things that weren’t there was a very dangerous symptom.

‘When I said that about you being provocative, I didn’t mean what you thought, you know,’ Dominic said abruptly.

‘You mean you weren’t trying to remind me that there was a time when I had been guilty of being extremely provocative? No, I know you weren’t, Dominic. I don’t know why I ran off like that…it all got too much for me, I suppose.’ She shivered intensely at the memory of her own folly.

‘Cold?’ Dominic’s hands rubbed her arms through the towel. ‘I’d better go upstairs and light a fire in one of the bedrooms for you, otherwise you’ll freeze tonight.’

‘Only one? What about you?’ She felt hot at the stupidity of her unwary tongue.

To her relief Dominic seemed unaware of the ambiguity of her question. She had half expected him to make some taunting remark asking her if she was inviting him to share a room with her, but instead all he said was, ‘Oh, I won’t need one. I don’t often feel the cold. I seem to be equipped with my own very efficient central heating. Your bag’s in the hall. Do you want me to bring it in?’

She nodded her head. While he was lighting the fire she could put on some clothes. Although she hadn’t said anything to Dominic, even her bra was soaked through after her tumble in the snow, and she was anxious to remove its cold clamminess from her skin.

She waited until she heard his feet on the stairs before slipping out of the towel and stripping off her damp bra, shivering a little, her skin still chilled.

She had only brought one change of underwear, so after a moment’s hesitation, she pulled on a thick sweater, hoping that its bulkiness would disguise the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath it.

The damp one she rolled up with her other discarded clothes and stuffed in one half of the rollbag before putting on a pleated woollen skirt of soft olive and yellow checks. The skirt buttoned up the back, and the thick sweater she was wearing was in the same olive as the check. It was an outfit she had had for quite a long time and she was surprised to see Dominic stand just inside the doorway for what seemed like a long time, simply looking at her.

‘It’s snowing again,’ he told her.

‘Will Lorna and the baby be all right?’ She shivered as she remembered the cold drive to the remote farm.

‘Yes, they’ll be fine. Lorna’s an experienced mother, don’t forget, and people who live as close to nature as they do know all about protecting themselves from the elements. It’s the city dwellers who can’t cope. If there’s a power cut they’re marooned without light and heat in their multi-storey flats. The Thomsons have open fires and paraffin lanterns.’

Almost as though by some freak coincidence, as he spoke the light bulbs flickered and from outside came the sound of the wind. It flickered again twice, and then abruptly it was dark.

‘That’s all we need!’

‘Have you got any lanterns?’ Christy asked him wryly.

‘There are probably some in the cellar, but I’m damned if I’m going to go down there and risk breaking my neck. We’ll have to make do with, candles.’

Candlelight and log fire, it was far, far too intimate, Christy acknowledged. She could almost feel her mind disintegrating and her senses taking over.

‘Tell me about America?’

Dominic was sitting opposite her, and for a moment as he looked at her she thought he had guessed how his closeness affected her.

‘There isn’t much to tell,’ he began, but nevertheless some of the stories he told her about his patients were amusing, and as she listened and laughed she forgot that shared laughter could be as dangerous as shared silence—perhaps even more so.

They ate supper—a casserole that Dominic had heated and served, refusing to let Christy do anything—and now as she sat with her fingers curled round a mug of chocolate she could feel a sleepy lethargy washing over her. She put down her mug and leaned back in her chair. She would just close her eyes for a few minutes…

Half an hour later she was still asleep. Dominic bent down to look at her and then picked her up. She stirred briefly in his arms, burying her head against him with a contented sound of pleasure. His arms tightened and he frowned.

Upstairs in the room he had prepared for her, firelight danced on the walls, highlighting the floral trellis pattern of the old-fashioned wallpaper.

He put her on the bed, and then threw more logs on the fire and walked back to her. He could hardly let her sleep in her clothes.

Christy woke up as he started to tug off her jumper, clutching it against herself protestingly.

‘Christy, you can’t go to bed in it. Come on. Look, I’ve got your night things here.’

Muzzy with sleep, she tried to remember why it was so important that Dominic didn’t take off her jumper, but it was too much of an effort, and so she let him pull it off, only remembering why he shouldn’t when she felt the cool rush of air against her naked breasts.

She saw him looking at her and felt the responsive quiver d

eep down in her stomach.

It wasn’t a surprise when he moved to take her in his arms; part of her had been waiting for him to touch her all evening…had been waiting for it and wanting it.

Her lips clung softly to his, her skin delighting in the sensation of his hands moving hungrily against it.

She could feel his heart thumping and knew that her own echoed its frantic beat. There was need and hunger in the way that he kissed her, and she couldn’t deny her own response to him.

‘Christy, let me stay with you tonight.’ The words were muffled against her skin as he tasted the creamy vulnerability of her throat. ‘I want you so much.’

Ironically, if he hadn’t spoken she would have gone with him to hell and back, but the raw, almost agonised sound of his voice had broken the delicate spell, and she moved away from him, shivering with too much tension and emotion.

‘I can’t.’

‘Why not?’ His voice was thick and tortured. ‘Is it because of him?’ His face contorted and she shuddered as she recognised the sexual jealousy glittering starkly in his eyes. ‘You might love him, Christy, but you can’t have him. And besides, you want me.’

His hand touched her breast to underline his meaning, the brief sensation of the pad of his thumb against the taut thrust of her nipple almost agonising.

‘Be with me tonight…’

‘No…’ The denial was torn from her throat, making it ache. It was all too much; she couldn’t go on pretending any longer. ‘You don’t understand, Dominic,’ she told him wretchedly. ‘I don’t love David, I never have… Oh, he wanted me for a while, just as he’s wanted a dozen or more women, and sexually he’s very attractive, but I’ve never loved him.’

He looked at her hard, but she held his eyes until she saw that he believed her. If anything he seemed even more tense, and then he said rawly. ‘If you don’t love him, then why…’

She didn’t let him go on. She was far too wrought up as it was.

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