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.“Jesus, you need to be really careful Coral,” he warns.“She sounds like she’s really lost it,” he adds.“I know,” I whisper.Rob pulls up outside the gates and whistles.“You’ve certainly fallen on your feet there kiddo,” he says.I sardonically raise an eyebrow at him.“And he’s gorgeous to boot,” he says, teasing me.“Rob!” I scold.“Sorry,” he chuckles.“Good luck,” he adds.I lean forward and we kiss each other.“Thanks for the lift,” I smile weakly at him.“Anytime,” he says.“Rob,” I look up at the house.“If this goes wrong…” I swallow hard.“Will you come and get me?” I squeak.“You don’t even need to ask that,” he says.“Ok, good,” I say taking a deep breath.“Let’s go for it does work,” he says.I smile weakly at him and exit the car.Rob holds his hand up and waves, I wave back as I watch Rob drive away.Taking a deep breath, I head down the driveway to Tristan’s house – our house – I can't get used to that.Using my keys I take another deep breath, and open the door.The moment I step in the house, I see Tristan running towards me.“Baby!” He breathes pulling me up and into his arms, squeezing me tight.I don't know why I don't hold him back – maybe I'm subconsciously protecting myself from the onslaught I may receive – and I'm still feeling sore about earlier.“Come, sit down.What do you need? A drink, something to eat?” he frantically asks as he walks me over to the sofa.I shake my head in reply.I seem to have lost the courage to speak.“I'm so sorry about your Mother,” he says solemnly, sitting next to me on the sofa.“I'm sorry too, for freaking out at you.I shouldn’t have,” I say feeling ashamed that I did.Tristan smiles tenderly at me, picks up my hand and kisses it.“You don't need to apologise baby,” he says.“And I'm sorry about earlier,” he adds.I stare down at our entwined fingers.“Why did you act like that?” I whisper.Tristan shakes his head he looks mortified.“I was angry you hadn’t told me…that I had to hear it from Joyce,” he says shaking his head.I keep my gaze on our fingers.“I can't be seen to be taking sides,” he reiterates.“But it was just me and Joyce, you could have given me the benefit of the doubt,” I squeak.“I know, I was wrong, and again I'm sorry.You’re not really going to quit are you?” he asks.“Well yeah.you.you’ve given my job to her,” I say.Tristan shakes his head at me, his lips twitching with a smile.“No, I haven’t,” he tells me.“But you’ –“No you said it, not me.I just didn’t tell you, that’s all,” he interrupts.“But that doesn’t make any sense, why would you do that?” I ask in astonishment.“I needed to see your reaction when I told you about the complaint.” I frown back at him.“Please say you’ll stay in the company.”I shake my head at him, I’ve quit, made my decision.In a way, I think what happened today made me realise I won't like it, that it won't be the same without Joyce.“Can you forgive me?” he asks with puppy dog eyes.“Because I don't quite know how to live without you,” he says melting my heart all over again.“Of course I forgive you,” I tell him.He leans down to kiss me, but I push him back with my hand.“I need to know Tristan…do you believe I threatened Susannah?” I swallow hard, waiting for his answer.“No,” he says after an eternity.“Then why didn’t you say that earlier?” I question.“Why didn’t you tell me she upset Joe?” he asks ignoring my question.“Joyce told me not to get involved,” I repeat.This is getting us nowhere!“Look Tristan, there’s something I need to tell you.I don't think you’re going to like it, so I'm going to ask you to wait until I'm finished before you judge me,” I say scrutinizing his reaction.His cheeks flush and his pupils dilate with worry.“Ok,” he murmurs looking down at our hands.“Ok,” I breathe.You can do this! “Firstly, I need you to keep an open mind.Can you do that for me?” I ask hesitantly.“Anything for you,” he tells me.Ok, here goes!With shaking hands, I reach into my bag, open the envelope and pull out Susannah’s report.“Here,” I place it in his hands.“What’s this?” he asks, his eyes going darker.“Just, read it,” I say my heart in my mouth.I watch Tristan open the pages and start reading, then he stops, his eyes shoot up to meet mine.“This is a report on Susannah,” he says frowning deeply.“Yes,” I whisper.“Why do you have this Coral?” he questions.“Just…please read through it.You can ask me whatever you want when you’ve finished.”Clenching his jaw several times, he carries on reading it.“Her husband died?” He whispers.I say nothing.I keep watching as he turns over to the next page, the medical history one, and continues to read, he looks horrified – Good, maybe he won’t think she’s all holy and great anymore.“Jesus,” he whispers running his hand through his hair.He stops reading and looks up at me.“She lost her husband and her baby?” he says.I nod once.“She’s really sick Tristan, she needs help,” I say.Tristan looks down at the paperwork again.He looks totally shocked, he runs his hand back and forth through his hair, messing it up.I can't help swooning at him for a moment, then I snap out of it.“I still don’t understand though, why do you have this Coral?” He asks.“Turn it over,” I say.Tristan turns to the last page, the image of her husband.“Fuck!” he hisses.“He really looks like you don’t you think?” I say softly.Tristan nods, totally mesmerized by what he’s seeing.Finally placing the paperwork down next to me, he stares at the floor for a while, deep in thought.“Tristan,” – “Don’t” he warns, with his forefinger [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.“Jesus, you need to be really careful Coral,” he warns.“She sounds like she’s really lost it,” he adds.“I know,” I whisper.Rob pulls up outside the gates and whistles.“You’ve certainly fallen on your feet there kiddo,” he says.I sardonically raise an eyebrow at him.“And he’s gorgeous to boot,” he says, teasing me.“Rob!” I scold.“Sorry,” he chuckles.“Good luck,” he adds.I lean forward and we kiss each other.“Thanks for the lift,” I smile weakly at him.“Anytime,” he says.“Rob,” I look up at the house.“If this goes wrong…” I swallow hard.“Will you come and get me?” I squeak.“You don’t even need to ask that,” he says.“Ok, good,” I say taking a deep breath.“Let’s go for it does work,” he says.I smile weakly at him and exit the car.Rob holds his hand up and waves, I wave back as I watch Rob drive away.Taking a deep breath, I head down the driveway to Tristan’s house – our house – I can't get used to that.Using my keys I take another deep breath, and open the door.The moment I step in the house, I see Tristan running towards me.“Baby!” He breathes pulling me up and into his arms, squeezing me tight.I don't know why I don't hold him back – maybe I'm subconsciously protecting myself from the onslaught I may receive – and I'm still feeling sore about earlier.“Come, sit down.What do you need? A drink, something to eat?” he frantically asks as he walks me over to the sofa.I shake my head in reply.I seem to have lost the courage to speak.“I'm so sorry about your Mother,” he says solemnly, sitting next to me on the sofa.“I'm sorry too, for freaking out at you.I shouldn’t have,” I say feeling ashamed that I did.Tristan smiles tenderly at me, picks up my hand and kisses it.“You don't need to apologise baby,” he says.“And I'm sorry about earlier,” he adds.I stare down at our entwined fingers.“Why did you act like that?” I whisper.Tristan shakes his head he looks mortified.“I was angry you hadn’t told me…that I had to hear it from Joyce,” he says shaking his head.I keep my gaze on our fingers.“I can't be seen to be taking sides,” he reiterates.“But it was just me and Joyce, you could have given me the benefit of the doubt,” I squeak.“I know, I was wrong, and again I'm sorry.You’re not really going to quit are you?” he asks.“Well yeah.you.you’ve given my job to her,” I say.Tristan shakes his head at me, his lips twitching with a smile.“No, I haven’t,” he tells me.“But you’ –“No you said it, not me.I just didn’t tell you, that’s all,” he interrupts.“But that doesn’t make any sense, why would you do that?” I ask in astonishment.“I needed to see your reaction when I told you about the complaint.” I frown back at him.“Please say you’ll stay in the company.”I shake my head at him, I’ve quit, made my decision.In a way, I think what happened today made me realise I won't like it, that it won't be the same without Joyce.“Can you forgive me?” he asks with puppy dog eyes.“Because I don't quite know how to live without you,” he says melting my heart all over again.“Of course I forgive you,” I tell him.He leans down to kiss me, but I push him back with my hand.“I need to know Tristan…do you believe I threatened Susannah?” I swallow hard, waiting for his answer.“No,” he says after an eternity.“Then why didn’t you say that earlier?” I question.“Why didn’t you tell me she upset Joe?” he asks ignoring my question.“Joyce told me not to get involved,” I repeat.This is getting us nowhere!“Look Tristan, there’s something I need to tell you.I don't think you’re going to like it, so I'm going to ask you to wait until I'm finished before you judge me,” I say scrutinizing his reaction.His cheeks flush and his pupils dilate with worry.“Ok,” he murmurs looking down at our hands.“Ok,” I breathe.You can do this! “Firstly, I need you to keep an open mind.Can you do that for me?” I ask hesitantly.“Anything for you,” he tells me.Ok, here goes!With shaking hands, I reach into my bag, open the envelope and pull out Susannah’s report.“Here,” I place it in his hands.“What’s this?” he asks, his eyes going darker.“Just, read it,” I say my heart in my mouth.I watch Tristan open the pages and start reading, then he stops, his eyes shoot up to meet mine.“This is a report on Susannah,” he says frowning deeply.“Yes,” I whisper.“Why do you have this Coral?” he questions.“Just…please read through it.You can ask me whatever you want when you’ve finished.”Clenching his jaw several times, he carries on reading it.“Her husband died?” He whispers.I say nothing.I keep watching as he turns over to the next page, the medical history one, and continues to read, he looks horrified – Good, maybe he won’t think she’s all holy and great anymore.“Jesus,” he whispers running his hand through his hair.He stops reading and looks up at me.“She lost her husband and her baby?” he says.I nod once.“She’s really sick Tristan, she needs help,” I say.Tristan looks down at the paperwork again.He looks totally shocked, he runs his hand back and forth through his hair, messing it up.I can't help swooning at him for a moment, then I snap out of it.“I still don’t understand though, why do you have this Coral?” He asks.“Turn it over,” I say.Tristan turns to the last page, the image of her husband.“Fuck!” he hisses.“He really looks like you don’t you think?” I say softly.Tristan nods, totally mesmerized by what he’s seeing.Finally placing the paperwork down next to me, he stares at the floor for a while, deep in thought.“Tristan,” – “Don’t” he warns, with his forefinger [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]