Clair Delaney [Coral 03] Forever (epub)

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.He sighs heavily.“Coral, why’ – “I just wanted us to have a nice day, we both seemed so much happier, more relaxed.I didn’t want anything to spoil it, I'm sorry ok!” I squeak a little high pitched.Tristan sighs heavily again, his eyes closing for a moment.“I really like the sound of going away,” I add, trying to placate him.“You do?” He whispers.“Yes, I really do.”“Then that’s what we’ll do.”“Where are we going to go?” I say excitedly.“Devon, Cornwall, somewhere remote.I’ll see if we can get somewhere that looks out on a beach, so we can watch the sunsets.I’ll cook so you can just relax’ – “But’ – “Coral, I want to look after you baby – don't interrupt me,” he says, seeing me about to, then continues.“I don't feel as though I'm doing a very good job of it so far.So just let me do what I want to do!” He tells me in his authoritative voice.“Ok.” I squeak.Tristan finally smiles.“I think it sounds great, just me and you.What say you?”“Really?” I squeak.“Just us?”Tristan laughs at my happy, excited face.“Yes, baby, just us.”“Won’t you get bored?”“Bored?” He chokes.“Why on earth would you think I’ll get bored? I'm never bored when I'm with you.”“Never a dull moment with me around,” I mumble dryly.“That’s not how I meant it,” he scolds.“Oh.I know you didn’t, I meant it for me, you know taking the piss out of myself,” I say half smiling – Hmm, just me and Tristan.Holy crap! Just me and Tristan, the possibilities are endless.I can't help giggling with excitement.“I'm so excited,” I say, almost bouncing in his lap.Then I remember something.“What about the function this Friday?”“It’s not important baby.” He tells me firmly.“But I think we should go!” I argue.“Coral’ – “Where is it Tristan?” I interrupt.He sighs heavily.“London.”“That wouldn’t be so bad, we could’ – “Coral.Please don't argue with me about this,” he says, sounding weary.“You’re sure you don't want to go?” I ask.“Yes, positive.” Tristan says; he still looks worried.Ok, I’ll keep it on the back burner for now.If I feel well enough by Friday, I think we should definitely go!“Do you think we’ll get somewhere? It’s still holiday season; I bet most of the places will be booked up.” I say, trying to change the subject.“O ye off little faith.” Tristan whispers, leaning down to kiss me.“You think we’ll get somewhere?” I question.“Baby, I know we’ll get somewhere.” He says in a thoroughly determined voice.Then Tristan smiles at me, takes my hand with the catheter in it and stares at it; his beautiful smile quickly turns into another frown.“I'm ok,” I whisper.He cocks one eyebrow up at me.I look away feeling guilty.“If you lie to me again about how you’re feeling, I swear to god Coral – I will not be responsible for my actions!” He snaps, almost shouting.I nod once at him, biting my lip.“Right, let’s get upstairs then.We need to pack, and I need to call Terry; we’re going to need a good amount of pain killers to take with us.” Ugh.tablets!Tristan smiles at my pouting face, and keeping me in his arms he walks us back into the house.CHAPTER TWENTYI’M OUTSIDE ON THE SUN LOUNGER, waiting for Tristan to come out of his office.We are all packed up and ready to go.It feels very surreal.I can't believe that in only a few hours time, I’ll be on holiday, away from Brighton.I never been away from Brighton before – I want to call myself a freak, but for the first time ever, I stop myself.Tristan has called Dr Green to let her know I won’t be there on Friday for my check-up, she has sent Nurse Terry over with a big bag of painkillers – Yuck! – But at least the catheter is now out of my hand, it feels sore and is bruised slightly, but I'm sure it will heal quickly.He also called George and Gladys, who promised to tell Debs.I don't want her worrying with everything she has going on – I can't help wondering if they’ve come to a decision yet, whether they are staying or leaving?And earlier, I spoke to Rob.Who is panicking because of the wedding coming up, but agrees it’s what I need, to get away – I feel guilty leaving my best friend like this – but I need this, I know I really do, and Rob did tell me not to worry, that I haven’t upset him, or let him down – He knows me so well!There’s still a lot to sort out here, my mother’s burial, speaking to Susannah; and I need to find a job – but for now, I am not going to worry.I am going to relax; give my body and my mind what it needs; what it’s desperate for – some serious R-n-R!“Hey baby,” Tristan says bounding over to me.“Do you have a passport?”“A passport?” I laugh.“Yep.”“I thought you said Devon or Cornwall?”“I did.” He smiles, shrugging his shoulders.“We’re flying?” I balk.“Yes.” Tristan cocks his head to the side.“You’ve never been on a plane before?” I swallow hard and shake my head at him.“Ah baby,” he coos, kneeling down in front of me.“Look, this is what I’ve found.They had a cancelation.” Tristan passes me several pieces of printed A4 paper.“I’ve booked it, and booked the flights; Heathrow to Newquay.It would have taken us five hours plus to get there by car, but flying will only take a couple of hours.”I look down at the paperwork.At the top it says ‘Porth Beach Villa Retreat’ He’s rented a villa? Of course he has! I want to roll my eyes, we couldn’t have just rented a cottage – of course not – this is Tristan we are talking about!I giggle at my own sarcasm and look at the images.Hmm, it looks fabulous.Very modern, two bed villa, set back so it looks directly over the sea and a beautiful white sandy beach, and it’s surrounded by Cornwall’s rocky coast – It’s breathtaking.I look down and read the description.‘Porth is a quiet, stunning bay perfectly situated between livelier Newquay and up-market Watergate Bay; with Jamie Oliver’s restaurant Fifteen, and numerous other sandy beaches close by.The villa is located in a quiet location, and is furnished in a contemporary, but comfortable style; offering modern facilities all within a stones throw of the beach.Porth beach is a quiet and sheltered beach with rock pools and a freshwater stream at low tide.Enjoy a stroll to Lusty Glaze beach with it’s adventure sports, just 500m away, or stroll along the coastal path to Watergate Bay or Newquay.Only 3 miles from Newquay Airport, and less than a mile to Newquay Train station.’I look up at Tristan and smile.“Wow!” Is all I can say.I'm giddy with excitement, it’s so beautiful.In fact it’s making me re-think this place – I miss being so close to the water [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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