Forget it by Claire Highton-Stevenson

Author:Claire Highton-Stevenson [Highton-Stevenson, Claire]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, Military
Published: 2019-04-13T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chaperoned to her room, Brooke emptied her pockets and then let the pants drop to the floor. She managed to undo the top two buttons on her shirt and pulled that off too, tossing both items into the laundry basket.

Her room was tidy, as it always was. She was fastidious about it. Jiggling one of her drawers open one-handed, she pulled out a fresh top and some jogging pants. It was a bit of a struggle, but she managed to get her feet into them and gradually inch them up her legs. The top was easier. At least now if she needed help to go to the toilet, she could manage undressing herself. Though, she had to admit, it wasn’t unpleasant being so close to Catherine. She had to also admit that there was something very attractive about her new friend. Shaking her head, she admonished herself for thinking that way about someone just trying to help her out.

On the bed, she noticed her phone, next to her wallet and keys. It had been in her pocket all day and she hadn’t thought to look at it. Picking it up, she swiped the screen and noticed three messages all from someone named Amber.

Amber: OMG I just heard what happened, are you ok?!!

Amber: Please let me know as soon as you can, everyone is worried about you.

Amber: Okay, I guess you must be resting. Paul filled us all in, so I am glad you’re alright. Are we still on for Saturday?

“Saturday?” Brooke repeated out loud. “And who is Amber?”

She made her way back to the living room and found Catherine now dressed in pyjamas. Brooke’s confusion over Amber was now compounded by Catherine’s bedroom attire. Little cartoon penguins dotted the material. She thought she had Catherine pegged as the typical office type following their first meeting at the hospital – she was a little ramrod straight and didn’t look like she had that much fun in her – and yet, casual Catherine seemed a totally different prospect. Polar opposites.

“Everything alright?” Catherine asked, looking up from where she had curled her feet underneath herself in the armchair once more. She looked at home here, Brooke thought.

Brooke shrugged and gingerly eased herself back down onto the couch. She groaned as she bent and her back made contact with the cushion. “Apparently I have a date on Saturday with someone called Amber, but I don’t remember who she is or how we met.”

Catherine’s eyebrows rose a notch, the look of surprise lasting barely an instant before she pushed it away and spoke. “Amber works in the office. She was the one that you spent most of last week with.”

“Oh.” She reached up and scratched her neck. “I had better reply then.” Though she didn’t know what to say really, she typed out:

Brooke: Hey, yeah, I am fine, thanks for asking. Remind me where we are going on Saturday?

She was hoping to get more answers than questions. She placed her phone down on the table and looked over at Catherine.

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