Free I Promise You by Susan Harris Page A

blushing and I started to laugh.
    It was a sight
I never thought I would see and it suited him. I felt guilty for laughing, why?
    Because I felt
relaxed for the first time and even though it felt right it also felt wrong or
was I just being hard on myself?
    Remember
I’ve done nothing wrong it was him.
    If you feel
like having a laugh, then go for it.
    I ordered a
jacket potato with tuna and cheese and Frank ordered a cheeseburger and fries
and we both ordered coke. By the time we had finished, it was nearly three,
thirty in the afternoon, so we headed back to the lodge.
    I was in a
joyous mood when we got back; I gave José some gifts of fine cheese and olive
oils as a “Thank You.”
    Once we
unpacked what we had bought, I was feeling tired, but did not want to sleep
downstairs so I lay out on the sofa.
    Frank had gone
to get me a blanket. When he came back and knelt down beside me to cover me, I
lifted my head to prop up my pillow, we were literally a hair’s breath away
from kissing each other.
    We froze for a
moment then both pulled away as he put the cover over me.
    I turned to
look at him and said “thanks”
    ‘For what?’ he
said’
    “For
everything” I then fell asleep.
     

Chapter Eight
     
    How
do you know when you’re really in love?
     
    Frank left
Autum asleep on the sofa; he was sitting on the opposite sofa looking at her chest
rising, the cover going up and down. He could hardly hear her breathe.
    He recalled
when she came up for breakfast that morning in her PJ’s and how it had made him
feel , like they were a couple.
    He noticed
that he was looking at how long her sexy legs looked in those shorts she was in,
and that she had the most perfect breasts he had ever seen in that skimpy
top.
    Feeling a
little embarrassed, he recalled her noticing that he was looking at her, and
how she quickly made her way to the table.
    What she
didn’t know was how he was looking at her nice ass and wondering if he would
ever get the chance to slap it. Frank smiled to himself.
     
    Until Autum’s
arrival Frank hadn’t noticed how empty his life had been without someone to
share it with.
    To wake up,
and see someone in the same room as you and to have breakfast with, was
something he felt he was now missing in his life, something he now started to
crave. She wasn’t his and he knew that, but he also felt even more jealous that
someone like Jack was quite happy to throw it all away for some fling, with her
friend, of all people, and not realise how good he had it and how much Frank
now wanted it.
     
    Frank recalled
when Rebecca had made that panicked call to him and how he had felt in that
split moment after getting the call, the pains in his chest and how his heart had
started to flutter, something that he had not felt for any woman before.
    Part of him
was glad that Jack had fucked up.
    As far as he
was concerned, it meant that he may have a chance after all or at least he
hoped he would. He thought about when he met Julian and they entered her
apartment. The first thing that struck them was that the door was slightly
ajar.
     
    Her suitcase
was not far from the entrance and they could see straight into the kitchen.
    “I think
that’s what drew our attention as we walked straight past what we now know was
her bedroom.
    As we stepped
into the kitchen it was as if a bomb had gone off and blown everything up.
    Most of the
cutlery was on the floor smashed to bits, we called out her name as we headed
back through.
    The living
room, once we got inside, was covered with feathers everywhere, the sofa was
totally destroyed, the TV smashed to bits, there was nothing left untouched in
that room.  Me and Julian just gave each other a look that said what the hell
happened in here?
    I started to
panic thinking that Autum had been involved in some sort of fight and may have
not come out of it unscathed.
    This was
destruction on a new level but who had done this?
    Did Jack leave
this as a reminder for her when she got home,