It wasn’t a long journey home but the painkillers were effective enough to send Sarah into a fitful sleep. Reluctant to wake her, Al opened up the house and came back to the car so that he had a clear pathway to carry her through to the living room. She woke up to find herself on the sofa, lying under a blanket, and with a cushion thoughtfully placed under her head. She sat up a little too quickly, and cried out as the world started spinning around. Al was only a few steps away in the kitchen and rushed back in. He knelt down in front of her and took her hands in his.
“Hey, it’s okay Sarah. You fell asleep on the way home, and I put you on the sofa while I got the rest of the shopping and luggage in. Do you want a drink? No alcohol though – I’ve just been reading through the list of do’s and don’ts that the nurse gave you.”
Sarah blinked as normality returned, and leaned her forehead against Al’s shoulder. It felt good; solid and reassuring.
“Go on then, what CAN I do?”
“Rest, take your medication, more rest and give yourself time to recover. On that subject, Jenny is aware of the situation and does not expect either of us in work tomorrow.”
“Oh damn!” muttered Sarah. “I was so looking forward to strolling in wearing my Phantom of the Opera mask first thing. I’m not sure I have anything in my wardrobe to match so I might have to pinch some of your basic black after all.”
“Sarah, you are in shock. It’s okay to feel angry, to cry, or to do anything that makes you feel better. You can give me a punch or two if you want – but avoid the face – we don’t want both of us turning up with visible injuries. People will talk!”
Unsure for a moment whether to laugh or cry, Sarah chose the former but very gently.
“Al, you are the best possible medicine, and the last person on earth who needs a good punching.”
“I’ve had a bit of an update from my friend on the force. They called him in eventually. Natasha had fits of hysterics and Marta started banging her head against the cell wall, and insisting that she was mad but not bad. Natasha’s father was there by then – not Mummy – and gave his daughter an extremely impressive talking to which seemed to shock her into quiet crying. After witnessing her behaviour last night, I would say that she is definitely a bit unhinged. A personality disorder maybe, but I’m not an expert.”
“And Marta?”
“They’re arranging for a psychiatric assessment in the morning, but whatever happens, she won’t be bailed. They are considering a charge of attempted murder; the whole thing was planned, and captured on CCTV as well as me being a witness, and hearing Marta stating that she wanted to kill you. Natasha’s words are even more damning. Don’t look like that Sarah! Marta has a long history of anti-social behaviour, and Natasha is a product of her arrogant and overbearing mother. You are not responsible for either of those situations, and you did more than most people to help both of them.”
“You should be a social worker Al,” she sighed. “You’d be much better at it than me. Another thing I need to do tomorrow is talk to Jude. Talking to Millie too would be helpful right now.”
Al stood up and moved away from the sofa; Sarah realised that her words had hit a sore point, and she struggled to her feet, putting her arms around his waist. It took a few moments, but eventually he returned the embrace, and kissed her very gently on the top of her head.
“It’s you I want more than anyone Al; Jude and Millie will talk sense into me, and tell me what an idiot I am, but there’s only one place I want to be, and only one person I want to be with. I’m sorry that drugs and injury have put a dampener on what could have been a very romantic and wonderful evening, but at least we have some time now to get to know each other better away from all the prying eyes. Do you still want to get to know me better?”
“Yes,” he said, very quietly. “It might help me to understand what it is that you see in me.”
“Ditto. Forget the professional roles, we are just two people who started out enjoying each other’s company, discovered that we were attracted to each other as well, and as an added bonus, you have saved my life – twice now. I can enjoy being myself with you. I never could with Andy. He was always trying to mould me into his perfect partner. Perfect is something that I’ll never be, and I don’t want it, nor expect from those I care about.”
Al kissed the top of her head again and sighed.
“I could very happily stand here with you all night, but that list of instructions says you need some sleep, and I haven’t made up the bed in the spare room yet.”
Sarah moved closer.
“That list Al, I know that I can’t drive, operate heavy machinery, drink alcohol, take unprescribed medication and undertake vigorous exercise but …”
“But?”
“I don’t want to sleep on my own. Is your bed big enough for both of us? I’d feel safe if I was with you.”
Al took a very deep breath.
“Perhaps I should have a cold shower first?”
“No! You are so nice and warm. Can we just go to bed Al? Please? We don’t have to go to work tomorrow. We can stay in bed all day. You said that I needed to rest after all.”
“I think we may have different concepts of staying in bed.”
“Only one way to find out,” she giggled. “Baggsy the right-hand side because I can’t sleep on my poorly cheek. You don’t want to be making beds at this time of night. It makes so much more sense, doesn’t it?”
“Sarah, I can’t guarantee that I’ll …”
“Sssh. I don’t want any guarantees about anything, Al. I just want to be tucked up in bed with you, and if anything happens, it’s because it’s meant to be.”
“I’ll take your bag upstairs then, and show you where everything is; while you’re getting sorted, I’ll lock up down here. Are you absolutely sure about this Sarah?”
Sarah would have smiled, but it really did hurt too much.
“I’ll tell you when I’ve seen your bedroom.”
Al led the way up the narrow stairs, checking behind to make sure that Sarah was okay. His bedroom was as Sarah had expected it to be; uncluttered but with soft blue-green curtains and a duvet cover that matched, and closed wardrobe doors. Although the neatness was vaguely reminiscent of Andy’s order, it was a comfortable room, and one that Sarah felt she could relax in.
“Lacks a woman’s touch.” said Al gruffly.
“Are you giving me permission to leave my clothes on the floor, and clutter up your desk with perfumes and make up? Did you bring anything like that back from the flat?”
Placing the overnight bag on the bed, Al unzipped it and opened it for Sarah’s perusal.
“The bathroom is just across the hall. I’ll go and lock up.”
Rummaging through the bag brought tears to Sarah’s eyes. Al had packed her favourite nightshirt and dressing gown; an assortment of perfumes and make-up from her dressing table, her jeans, plaid shirt and some underwear tucked discreetly into a clean bag-for-life that had been folded up in one of the kitchen drawers. It wasn’t just a thoughtful collection of her belongings, but considering that Al had been in a hurry to get back to her at the hospital and make sure that she was alright, it was miraculous. Picking up her nightshirt and toothbrush, she went to the bathroom, and found that it too, was to her liking. A soothing shade of pale blue, with an over-bath power shower, and only the one mirror, which she avoided looking into for the time being. She got changed into her nightshirt, brushed her teeth very gently and gathered up her clothes, trying not to look too closely at the bloodstained blouse.
Al was still downstairs carrying out his security checks, so she emptied out the bag-for-life, and put her dirty washing in it. She had joked about messing up Al’s bedroom, but unlike her constant desire to disorder Andy’s order, she felt a greater need to respect Al’s space. That said, she lost no time in climbing into bed and settling herself under the duvet, realising that the dip in the mattress was where Al usually slept. She moved over in order to give him more room to get in, but within moments of laying her head on the pillows, she was asleep.
Coming back up the stairs, Al looked in through the door and smiled at the sight of Sarah asleep in his bed, her dark hair spread out across the pillows. He was torn. She had made it quite clear that she didn’t want to be left alone tonight. He didn’t feel that he could ignore that request, but at the same time, was wrong to share the bed with her in case anything happened between them? Would it ruin their relationship if Sarah woke up in the morning feeling regretful, feeling that he had taken advantage of her vulnerable state? All this was rolling around in his mind as he brushed his teeth, and got changed into his old tee-shirt and boxer shorts that he usually wore in bed.
Sarah was still asleep as he climbed very carefully in beside her, and turned out the bedside lamp. She hadn’t quite left him enough room, and he felt himself teetering on the edge of the mattress as he tried to get comfortable. She solved the problem by waking up slightly, and requesting a hug. Al took her in his arms and moved over so that they were in the middle of the bed; Sarah curled up on his chest with her arms around him. It all felt so right, and perfectly respectable, so Al closed his eyes and fell asleep too.
It had been too many years since Al had been woken in the night by someone kissing him and stroking his face. Slowly he opened one eye and then the other, focussing on Sarah’s slightly twisted smile as she kissed him. Not just a good morning kiss either, but one that held the promise of so much more.
“I am totally in possession of all my senses Al.” she said quietly. “I also have a feeling that you know the difference between vigorous exercise and making love. The very thought of which gives me butterflies, and I don’t think I have ever felt like this until you kissed me in the meeting room yesterday morning. I’m sure that if it hadn’t been for my would-be assassins, we would have made love by now. I need you Al. Can we take things further? If the answer’s ‘No’, it might be me that has to take a cold shower.”
“The answer is yes,” he said, pulling her towards him, kissing her and showing her just how much he needed and wanted her too. “A million times, yes!”