As soon as he’d gone out, Jack came in. He was pale, there were shadows under his eyes and he had, if it were possible, lost weight. He looked like a gauntly beautiful zombie. He walked into the room, closed the door carefully behind him and held onto it, as though he needed its support. ‘Hey.’ Then he shut his eyes and breathed a long breath in and out.
My heart hurt. ‘Hey, Jack.’ I tried to move but was held in place by the needle in the back of my hand. ‘What happened? How’s Gethryn?’
The eyes stayed shut. ‘He tried to kill you.’
‘I know. I was there.’
Now the eyes snapped open. There was something hellish in them and his voice was savage. ‘He’s recovering, Skye. He could have been killed falling off that roof, but he wasn’t. I wish he had been. He tried to kill you,’ he repeated, as though I might be in some doubt.
‘He’s okay?’ The gorgeous, ruined Gethryn Tudor-Morgan. But … ‘What happened? How come we survived?’ I wouldn’t think about the falling, wouldn’t think about that fantastic tawny body, those greenish amber eyes staring into mine, falling … falling …
Jack took a deep breath in again. ‘In a huge twist of ironic fate, you landed on Felix.’ His mouth creased. ‘He’d just got out of the hospital, got dropped off by taxi round the back of the motel, therefore neatly missing all the Security teams I had lined up at the front, and came to find out what was going on on the roof.’
‘Is that why …?’
‘You dislocated his neck, broke two bones in his arm and rebroke his ribs for him. You, incidentally, got away with a broken ankle and concussion. I think Felix has a massive complex about that.’
‘Why the drip?’
‘It’s just to rehydrate you. You’d been wandering in the desert for quite a while before I found you, and then, with the accident … they had to put you out to set your ankle.’
‘But what about Gethryn?’
‘Two broken legs, broken pelvis, spinal trauma, and I hope it drove his cock out through his eye-sockets.’ Now he let go of the door and came over to the bed. He was wearing his white shirt, sleeves rolled up to the elbows, and his tight black jeans, but his feet were bare again. ‘But he’s going to be all right. Eventually. He’s going to get a lot of treatment, but it’s all for the best, because the public loves a tortured star. He’s even got bloody Lissa sitting at his bedside. By the time he’s recovered he’ll probably be a national fucking hero, everything will be forgiven. But not by me, Skye. He tried to kill you. Because of me, because he knew … he wanted to take you.’ He put his head in his hands with his voice cracking. ‘You could have died, because of me.’
‘Jack …’
‘I told you, I told all of them, I’m useless. I can’t love, I can’t feel, I cause more pain just by existing than anyone should have a right to, every single thing I touch turns to shit and ashes!’
I wriggled up the bed. The needle dragged at my skin. It hurt. Everything hurt. ‘That’s not true, though, is it? Look at Two Turns North for example – classic sci-fi TV. People will still be watching that in fifty years and enjoying it.’
‘North wasn’t mine, though. I was just one of the team.’
‘And doesn’t that tell you something?’
He raised his head slowly and stared at me. ‘Is it meant to?’
His skin was paler than I’d ever seen a human look. Like paper, with his eyes drawn in pain over the top. ‘Sometimes you need other people to make things truly work,’ I whispered. ‘And, look at it this way, if bad things come in threes, well, I ought to be immune for … oooh, the next fifty years or so.’
The bedside chair rasped against the floor as he dropped into it and slumped forward as though even his bones were tired. ‘I told you I was no good for you.’ Jack’s voice was muffled. ‘I told you.’ And when he dragged his head up to look at me, his eyes were wet and clouded. ‘I should have told you why …’ He looked quickly at me, then away. ‘I shouldn’t have sent you up there; I shouldn’t have let you get within a mile of Gethryn when he was in that state. I’m no good for anyone, that’s what it comes down to.’
‘You’ve been good for me.’
He stared at me then, with a kind of disbelief. ‘What? How have I been “good for you”? Have you looked at yourself lately?’
I held his stare. ‘Yes, I have, actually. And compared to the Skye that flew over here only a few days ago, I think I’m pretty much of an improvement.’
‘Maybe I shouldn’t have … I should have kept my distance.’
‘You can’t keep your distance forever, Jack.’ If I really strained the drip line I could just touch him. Should I? Those eyes …
‘But if I hadn’t got involved, you wouldn’t be lying here, all bruised and …’ He tailed off.
‘Yeah, and if you hadn’t got involved, you would never have followed me after the explosion. None of that would have happened.’
‘You’d have been fine. Someone would have found you, or you’d have made your way back to the motel.’
I wiggled my way further up the bed. It hurt like buggery, but now I could sit properly, meet his eye. ‘I wasn’t talking about that. I meant … after.’ Kept my eyes on his.
‘Oh.’
‘You were good for me then too, Jack. That was the first time since the accident.’
A tiny flash of smile. ‘I’m glad it was good for you.’ His eyes had softened a little; his mouth wasn’t that tight line any more. ‘For the record, I enjoyed it, too.’
‘No, you don’t understand. Sex is … well, let’s face it, unless it’s pretty spectacular it’s not the kind of thing you remember forever, is it? It all kind of blurs.’ My cheeks were heating up, I could feel it, and just hoped that it wasn’t making my scar glow like a beacon, then realised that Jack probably wouldn’t care even if it was. ‘At least, for me it has, with all the memory woo-woo that’s gone on.’
‘Oh,’ he said again, but there was almost a hint of a smile behind his eyes now. ‘You mean –’
‘My body knows I’m not a virgin, but my brain hasn’t quite caught on yet. That was the first sex I can remember, properly, in full, glorious detail.’ I gave him a slightly shy smile. ‘And it was all pretty glorious. You are one hell of a sexy guy, Mr Whitaker.’
That got him. He laughed and his face relaxed. ‘Well, likewise, Miss Threppel, you are one hell of a sexy woman.’
‘But you’re afraid of getting involved.’ I whispered it, so that he had to move his head closer to hear me, the laugh fading into a new, darker expression.
‘I’m afraid of a lot of things, Skye,’ he whispered back. ‘I started screwing up my life before I was even old enough to vote, and I haven’t let up since. The only things that have gone well have been the things I’ve done alone – it doesn’t exactly fill me with confidence that I will … would make a good partner.’
‘That’s not true though, is it? You’ve only remembered the things that you’ve done alone as being successful because that’s how you’ve needed to think of yourself. You are more than capable of being part of a team.’ My heart was squashing itself in behind my lungs, but this wasn’t stress, wasn’t some kind of panic attack, I knew now. This was love.
‘I locked myself up in ice to stop me feeling, because I’m so scared of what happens when I do, I’m scared of all the bad stuff that comes crashing down on me when I … All I can do is write, that is the only thing that works.’
‘The only thing you could control.’ Now his forehead was almost touching mine. ‘Loss of control, Jack. Isn’t that what this has all been about?’
He moved away so sharply that we almost cracked heads, and cleared his throat. ‘Felix is coming back to the States,’ he said. ‘Did you know? He’s flying back to the UK to sort stuff out and apply for his visas, but he’s got three months before filmin
g starts so it should be fine. He and Jared are moving in together, don’t tell him I said so, but I think it’s the real thing. He’ll get his Green Card on the strength of working on the new series of Fallen Skies, and I think he’ll take off; he’s got that kind of innocent evil look that they’re loving right now. And the British accent, of course.’
‘Oh.’ I tried to keep pace with his mental switch, stop thinking about all those emotionally complicated things that he clearly couldn’t deal with. Tears bulged behind my eyes – he’d been so close to realising, so close to reaching inside that frozen exterior and finding the true core of himself. But obviously he’d find it easier to keep going as he was. Never dealing with it. Functioning, rather than living. And I’d thought he was stronger than that. ‘Right, yes, okay.’
Bugger. They wouldn’t let me fly home yet. And I doubted Felix would hang around and wait for me, so I’d have to fly back alone … Oh, sod it, after this week crowds and airports would be a picnic. At least they didn’t explode, or try to kill me. In fact, after everything that had happened here, I didn’t think I’d ever be scared of anything as simple as the outdoors or people again.
‘You’ll have to stay over here for a while longer without him. Will you be all right?’
I thought for a second. ‘I expect so. I’m learning more about myself all the time now; I don’t need to lean on Felix for old memories any more. It’s who I am now that matters, after all.’
Jack made a jerky movement, as though he’d jumped. ‘God,’ he said suddenly.
‘What? Are you all right?’ I stared at him. His head had come up and he’d stopped looking so hunched, but his eyes were wide.
‘Oh, yes, Skye. I am beginning to think I might be. What you said then, “it’s who I am now that matters.” It’s something I’ve been trying to get my head around. Something I’ve been trying to articulate to myself, but I’d overcomplicated it. Overthought it.’
‘Jack,’ I said gently, ‘you are rambling again.’
‘Yes’. But he wasn’t agreeing with me, he was agreeing with the person he was arguing with in his head. ‘Yes. Of course. It’s that simple.’ He leaned back in the chair, which put us level. The open collar of the white shirt hung loose, with at least the top three buttons undone and he slid his fingers inside it, fiddled for a moment and then brought his hand out with something dangling from his palm.
‘You’ve taken off the lace,’ I whispered. ‘Ryan’s lace.’
‘Er. Yep.’ Almost reverently he laid it on top of the bedside cupboard.
‘Why?’
‘Can we talk about it when I’m allowed to smoke again? I’m running out of legal things to shove in my mouth.’
‘No. Try. Concentrate.’
‘“It’s who I am now that matters.” You said it Skye. And this is who I am now. Me. Not dragging the memories of Ryan, all the bad stuff. Me.’ He moved in closer again. ‘Look. They reckon you’ll be fit to leave hospital by tomorrow, but you’re going to need to mend that ankle, no walking, that kind of thing, so you’ll need someone with you. Fly back with me. I’ll get your ticket changed, buy one myself … come up to my place, up on the moors, just for a break, a holiday. I can work up there on these scripts. I’ll need to come back over to tie up the loose ends but …?’
‘Have you just done a complete 180, or wasn’t I listening properly?’
‘When Geth … when he jumped and I thought I’d lost you … God, I really need a cigarette … it made me think, reappraise, you know? But I was scared. Pinned down by what had happened in the past. But I have just decided I need to do what you did when you flew out here with Felix.’
‘What, take a stupendous amount of Valium?’
‘Step outside. Do it. As those godawful new-agey things would have it, “feel the fear and do it anyway”. I’m going to come clean. Do a couple of interviews, tell them about my past, about what I did to Ryan. Get in touch with his parents, talk to them, lance this horrible boil of dread that I’ve been living on top of all these years, but I need … I need you to help me. I’m terrified, Skye, terrified of not being able to love you, about trying to live without that ice block round my heart. I’m not good at pain; I run, I hide rather than face up to things, and you’re going to have screaming nightmares about falling off that roof for years but … hey.’ His eyes were so deep that looking into them was like falling all over again. ‘We could try.’
‘Me and you? You think it would work?’
‘They could probably write psychology text books about the pair of us but, yeah. Stranger things have happened.’ He pushed both hands through his hair, making it fall back from his face, so I could see his eyes properly. ‘Do you want to?’
‘I want to help you, yes.’
‘And the rest?’
‘I’d … like to, I think.’
A sudden, fleeting smile. ‘Memories … they’re all about what’s gone, they don’t have to have anything to do with what we become. They don’t have to define us. And I’m going to ask you again, now. Do you want to make yourself again with me?’
There was a pale line around his throat where the lace had blocked the light for so many years. My eyes kept going to it as my mind wrapped itself around what it meant. ‘A new life?’ The words eased over my sore throat and past my cracked lips. ‘With you?’
Another smile. This one seemed lighter. ‘Yeah.’
‘But we hardly know each other.’ The words came out slowly, as though I was already disregarding them.
‘Skye, we hardly even know ourselves. Come for a while, a week, a month. No commitment; see how it goes when we’ve got space to breathe away from all this.’
I found I was shivering, but not from cold. Jack ran his finger along the line of goosebumps which broke out on my arms, followed them up to my shoulder and under the neckline of the hospital gown I was wearing. His touch made me shiver even more, and I hadn’t even thought about how my hair must look. I remembered his kiss, his kindness and I was suddenly looking to a clear future. ‘I think I’d like that, Jack.’
Long, cool fingers brushed against my creased skin. ‘Have you got a private bathroom?’
‘I think so. At least, I’m assuming that’s what’s behind that door there. Why?’
God, he was gorgeous when he looked at me like that. ‘Just wanted to check that what happened in that gulley wasn’t a fluke.’
‘I’ve got a broken ankle and an IV drip, you weirdo.’ But I was smiling.
‘Course. Yes. Sorry.’ Now he was grinning too. ‘Plenty of time for all that.’
‘Yes. Plenty. All the time in the world, in fact.’
He leaned closer and his lips brushed mine, more of a promise than a kiss. ‘I shall remember you said that.’
This time the shiver was a shudder. ‘Just one thing, Jack Whitaker. When we fly home, you will wear shoes, won’t you?’
‘Darling Skye, I’ll wear a Laura Ashley frock if that’s what it takes.’
Then he kissed me properly. And the skies fell.
About the Author
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(the fabulous Phil, who managed to make me look half-way human!)
Jane was born in Devon and now lives in Yorkshire. She has five children, four cats and two dogs! She works in a local school and also teaches creative writing. Jane is a member of the Romantic Novelists’ Association and has a first-class honours degree in creative writing.
Jane writes romantic comedies which are often described as ‘quirky’. This is Jane’s second Choc Lit novel (Please Don’t Stop the Music, February 2011). She has two previous novels published in the US: Reversing Over Liberace and Slightly Foxed.
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