Secret Memories
Page 4
He opened the doors and stood back. Boy, the woman had some clothes. She could open her own shop.
Lyndsay began pointing out what she would like. Dresses, casual and dressy, pants, tops, cardigans and sweaters. Rick carefully folded them into the case.
“That’s all from there. In the bottom drawer of the chest, I’d like all my shorts.”
Rick pulled out what appeared to be dozens of pairs of shorts and some of them looked awfully skimpy. He rummaged through the drawers under Lyndsay’s watchful eyes. Only the top two smaller drawers were left.
Lyndsay blushed. “Just tip the top two drawers into the suitcase,” she mumbled as she twisted her fingers in her lap.
Rick pulled open the first drawer. Bras, sexy, lacy, see through bras, greeted his eyes and he reddened. He quickly guessed what was in the other drawer. He tipped the contents of both into the case and gazed at Lyndsay for his next set of instructions.
Perfume, brush, comb, hair bibs and bobs were all added.
Lyndsay too one last look around and was satisfied she hadn’t forgotten anything.
“That’s all. You can close it now.”
Rick closed the bulging suitcase, set it on its wheels on the floor and pulled up the handle. “I’ll put this in the car and come back for you.
Lyndsay smiled as he left.
Minutes later he was back. He again lifted her into his arms and started for the car. Half way down the hall, Lyndsay spoke.
“Rick, stop.”
He stopped and peered down at her.
She pulled his head down to hers and captured his lips. He groaned as tingles surged through his body, straight to his male appendage. His tongue danced with hers, his knees weakened. One way or another, Lyndsay would be his. He would treat her like she deserved to be treated. She was his princess.
Chapter Six
Rick carried Lyndsay up the front steps of her parents’ home. She leaned forward and threw the front door open. “Mum, Dad, Dylan. We’re here,” she shouted excitedly.
Rick heard Dylan’s feet clattering on the wood flooring as he ran. “Mummy, mummy. I missed you.” The little boy jumped up and down in front of them.
“Bring her through to the living room please, Rick,” Joan said.
Rick deposited her on the lounge with her broken ankle resting on the arm. He positioned cushions behind her. “I’ll go and get you case and crutches from the car.”
“Thank you,” Lyndsay smiled.
Dylan bounced up onto his mother and threw his arms around her neck. He placed kisses all over her face which caused her to laugh. “You did miss me, didn’t you?” She sat her little boy on her stomach.
“I missed you this much,” he stretched his arms wide.
“I missed you too darling.” Tears sprang to her eyes. She had thought she would never see him again. Thank God Rick had found her.
The man of the hour sauntered back into the living room. “Your dad has taken your things to your room.” He lifted Lyndsay’s legs, sat on the couch, and lowered them across his lap. His hands rested gently on her bare legs. A shiver washed over her and Rick glanced at her with concern.
“Are you cold?” he asked. “You might still be in shock.”
“No, I’m fine.” She glanced down at his hands. He followed her eyes and gave her a knowing smile.
Her parents came into the room, noticed how their daughter and Rick were sitting and raised their eyebrows in unison.
“Coffee?” Joan asked.
“That would be very nice, thank you.” Rick accepted. He was in no hurry to leave.
Alex sat opposite and eyed the new man in his daughter’s life.
“Lyndsay told us last night that you were the boy who used to go and watch her practice and play netball at school. I remember she’d come home and tell us about a boy who always sat alone in the stand but she wasn’t sure who you were there for. She said you were short, chubby and wore glasses.”
“Yep, that was me. It was Lyndsay I was there for but I was too scared to say anything because she was so beautiful.”
Joan settled a tray of coffee mugs on the small table. “Milk, sugar?”
‘Just white, thank you.” Rick answered.
Joan poured in the milk and handed him the mug before handing one to Lyndsay and sitting next to her husband. “You’re certainly not, short and chubby now.” She bestowed a benevolent smile on him.
“No ma’am. I grew up pretty good and I wear contacts.”
“How long have you been in the Police Force,” Alex asked.
“Going on four years now. I’m in my third year of law and hopefully I’ll have my own law practice one day.” Rick responded.
“You’ve done well.”
“Yes Sir, I have.”
“How long do you have off, Rick?” Lyndsay asked.
“I go back to work on the afternoon shift tomorrow.”
“So your days off have been taken up searching and caring for our daughter.” Joan said.
“I don’t mind. I didn’t have plans. Sir, with your permission, I would like to date Lyndsay and Dylan.”
Alex sputtered and the mouthful of coffee ended up down the front of his shirt. Joan dabbed at the mess with a napkin.
“Alex, please be careful,” she admonished.
“Sorry darlin’, I’ve never been asked if someone could date my daughter and grandson.”
“The way I see it, they’re a package deal. A very nice one at that.” Rick said.
Dylan’s head turned from one adult to the other. He was trying hard to understand but knew it must have something to do with him because they kept mentioning his name. “What’s date mean?” he asked.
“It means Rick wants to take you and your mummy out sometimes.” Alex explained.
Dylan whipped his head around to face his mother. “Can we mummy? I like Rick. Can we please go out with him?”
The adults laughed at his innocence.
“I guess if it’s okay with Grandpa.” Lyndsay teased.
“Please Ganpa?” Dylan pleaded.
“Of course you can.” Alex agreed.
“Yippee, we can go out with you Rick.” He clapped his hands before throwing his arms in the air.
“Sit still darling, you’ll spill mummy’s coffee.” Joan said.
Dylan quieted.
“Thank you, sir. I promise I’ll take good care of them both.”
“Yes, I think you will. Thank you for asking me for permission. It’s very old fashioned thinking for a young man to ask a father if he can date his daughter.” Has she finally found the right man? Alex wondered.
“It’s respect, sir and I was raised to show respect and courtesy.” Rick grasped Lyndsay’s hand and focused on her face. “I’m sorry you had an accident and were injured but I’m glad I happened upon your missing poster and was the one to find you. I’ve been given a second chance to make you mine and this time I’m not letting you get away.” He lifted her hand to his lips and gently kissed her fingers.
Lyndsay blushed. “I hope not.”
Alex squeezed his wife’s hand. Rick was the man who was meant for their daughter, of that, they had no doubt.
THE END
About the Author
Susan grew up in the Western Suburbs of Sydney in the 50's and 60's.
Her parents are originally from the Newcastle-Under-Lyme area of England and came to Australia in 1952 as £10 poms. This was a scheme that was begun to help populate Australia.
She met her husband, Robert, in 1973 and was married in March 1974; they were both 18 years old.
She was a Nurse, a career that spanned more than 35 years. She has been retired for 4 years and is finally able to indulge her love of writing and storytelling.
She has 2 sons and 5 gorgeous grandchildren.
Please enjoy reading her books and don't hesitate to contact her with good or bad opinions.
Website: http://horsnells.wix.com/susan--1
Blog: http://susanhorsnel
l.com
Twitter: @susanhorsnell
Other Books by Susan Horsnell
Series:
The Glenmore’s: Revenge
The Glenmore’s: Deputy
The Glenmore’s: Laura
The Glenmore’s: Caught
***
The Stuck-Up Governess
Mail Order Marshall
Blind Acceptance
Saving Annabel
Capturing Charlie
Crowned Heart Award Winner and nominee for Rone Award 2014:
Blind Acceptance
The sequel – Blind Achievement
Mountain Maidens – 2 short stories
With Award winning Author,
Margaret Tanner:
Colonials and Cowboys
Childrens Books:
The Mystery Under The House
The Children's ABC of Languages