The Package Deal. Marion Lennox

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       CHAPTER THREE

      HE WOKE AND he was warm.

      How cold had he been and for how long? There was a nightmare somewhere in the dark, the pain in his leg, his terror for Jake. They were waiting to enclose him again, but the nightmare was all about cold and noise and motion, and right now he was enclosed in a cloud of warmth and softness, and he was holding a woman.

      Or she was holding him. He was on his back, his head on cushions. She was curved by his side, lying on her front, her head in the crook of his shoulder, her arm over his chest, as if she would cover as much of his body as she could.

      Which was fine by him. The warmth and the comfort of skin against skin was unbelievable.

      There was a bit of fur there as well. A dog? On the other side of him.

      Well, why wouldn’t there be, for on that side was a fire.

      He was enfolded by dog and woman and hearth.

      Words came back to him...

      ‘Men must work and women must weep’?

      Had she said that to him, this woman? Some time in the past?

      This woman wasn’t weeping. This woman was all about giving herself to him, feeding him warmth, feeding him safety.

      He didn’t move. Why move? He remembered a wall of pain and he wasn’t going there. If he shifted an inch, it might return.

      Who was she, this woman? She was soundly asleep, her body folded against his. Some time during the darkness he must have moved to hold her. One of his arms held her loosely against him.

      Mine.

      It was a thought as primeval as time itself. Claiming a woman.

      Claiming a need.

      His body was responding.

      Um...not. Not even in your dreams, he told himself, but the instinctive stirring brought reality back. Or as much reality as he could remember.

      The yacht, the Rita Marlene.

      The storm.

      Jake, hanging from that rope.

      ‘Want to tell me about it?’

      Her voice was slurred with sleep. She didn’t move. She didn’t pull away. This position, it seemed, was working for them both.

      It was the deepest of intimacies and he knew nothing about her. Nothing except she’d saved his life.

      She must have felt him stiffen. Something had woken her but she wasn’t pulling away. She seemed totally relaxed, part of the dark.

      Outside he could still hear the screaming of the storm. Here there was only them.

      ‘You already told me I’m a dumb male. What else is there to tell?’

      He felt her smile. How could he do that? How did he feel like he knew this woman?

      Something about skin against skin?

      Something about her raw courage?

      ‘There’s variations of dumb,’ she said. ‘So you were in the yacht race.’

      ‘We were.’

      ‘You and Jake-on-the-Rope.’

      ‘Yep.’ There was even reassurance there, too. She’d said Jake-on-the-Rope like it was completely normal that his brother should be swinging on a rope from a chopper somewhere out over the Southern Ocean.

      ‘You’re from the States.’

      ‘A woman of intuition.’

      ‘Not dumb at all. How many on the boat?’

      ‘Two.’

      ‘So you’re both rescued,’ she said with satisfaction, and he settled even further. Pain was edging back now. Actually, it was quite severe pain. His leg throbbed. His head hurt. Lots of him hurt.

      It was as if once he was reassured about Jake he could feel something else.

      Actually, he could feel a lot else. He could feel this woman. He could feel this woman in the most intimate way in the world.

      ‘So tell me about the boat?’ she asked.

      ‘Rita Marlene.’

      ‘Pretty name.’

      ‘After my mother.’

      ‘She’s pretty?’

      ‘She was.’

      ‘Was,’ she said. ‘Sorry.’

      ‘A long time ago now.’ This was almost dream-speaking, he thought. Not real. Dark. Warm. Hauled from death. Nothing mattered but the warmth and this woman draped over him.

      ‘You sailed all the way from the States?’

      ‘It’s an around-the-world challenge, only we were stopping here. Jake’s an actor. He’s due to start work on a set in Auckland.’

      ‘Would I have heard of...Jake?’

      ‘Jake Logan.’

      ‘Ooh, I have.’ The words СКАЧАТЬ