Richard
lifted his hand in a wave. When he tried to sit up, he swayed,
and Claire caught him in mid-fall, helping him lie down. She'd
expected that he wouldn't be in command of his body, but this
left her concerned.
"Now
we're alone except for the other patients staring at me," Claire
said, amused by the appreciative glances from the patients. "Let's
have some privacy."
Some
of the soldiers grinned in approval, and she waved back before
closing the curtains. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she held
Richard's hand, needing to touch him. Tears stung her eyes but
she didn't care. A two-year absence caused her heart to expand
with need, but his mere touch drained her emotionally.
"I
can't believe it's finally over," she said.
A
smile crept on Richard's face, and she cupped her palms against
his cheeks. Unbelievable that with such an explosion, his face
remained unblemished except for his bandaged eyes. His old scar
remained, a thin line cutting down his left cheek.
"My
last mission and I messed up." His mouth dipped, replacing his
too brief smile.
Claire
slipped her hand behind his neck and brought her lips inches from
his mouth. His breath moistened her skin. "You're alive, and that's
all I care about. I know you tried to save him."
"Don't
make me out a hero," he groused.
Claire
playfully hit his forearm. She'd lighten the mood for Richard's
sake. "Like I'd feed your ego any more than necessary. But you
did what you had to do, and you can't blame yourself for that
soldier's death."
"I've
gone over it a hundred times in my head, but I can't figure out
how it went wrong. If there had been something I missed when setting
the explosives. Some stupid mistake on his part or mine. Foolish
bastard, so close to the end."
Claire
leaned in and licked his earlobe. He grabbed her arms and drew
her in. "You feel good. Help me forget, darling."
Richard's
sexy growl encouraged a kiss. Their tongues met and played, fueling
her desire, an ache stirring between her legs. Pulling back, she
caressed his cheek. "I'm staying with Leslie. He rented an apartment
on the Left Bank. Once the doctor gives his okay, I'm taking you
there."
Kissing
him again, she teased his mouth apart. More than anything, she
wanted to strip out of her clothes, crawl under the covers and
curl into his body. The memories of their lovemaking stayed with
her throughout their separation. She shoved the covers down around
Richard's waist and began to unbutton his pajama top.
Claire
flinched as Richard gripped her wrist. "I'd love nothing more
than to love you."
She
traced his lips with her fingers, smiling at the rose tint brushing
across his cheeks. "Once I get you home, we'll celebrate all night."
Claire
unbuttoned his pajama top, needing to see the extent of his injuries.
No longer bandaged, only scabs marked his chest. They blended
in with his old wounds, mapping a crosshatch of cuts and scars.
"Does it still hurt?"
"Nothing
too bad. What's a few more added to the mess."
"I
love every one of them. They're a testament to your courage to
fight for what you believe in."
He
reached for her face. "I'm sorry about the necklace. It wasn't
with my things."
Her
four leaf clover..."It did what it had to do, protect you. I care
more about you than my charm." She pressed his palm to her cheek.
"Hold me."