More Than Words Can Say by Barclay Robert

Author:Barclay, Robert [Barclay, Robert]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2011-12-20T00:00:00+00:00

THE SUDDEN KNOCKING on Brooke’s kitchen door came loudly. When she went to answer it, she saw Greg standing there in the moonlight, a great smile beaming across his handsome face. In one hand he held a cold bottle of champagne, a highly precious commodity these days. Brooke couldn’t remember the last time she had tasted some.

“Have you heard the news?” Greg asked her.

“War news?” Brooke asked as she opened the door and let him inside.

“We sank a German submarine today,” Greg said. “She was the U-153, the radio said. After she was damaged by one of our submarine chasers, one of our destroyers sank her off the coast of Panama. That might not be huge news, Brooke. But at least it’s good news for a change. Is seems that the Nazis aren’t the ‘supermen’ they claim to be!”

On an impulse, Greg put down the champagne and then suddenly took Brooke into his arms, his lips accidentally brushing hers. To her astonishment, Brooke felt a sudden, indescribable torrent of conflicting emotions rush through her. They held one another that way for some time, while gazing silently into each other’s eyes. At long last Greg finally let her go, and he stepped back a bit.

“I’m sorry, Brooke,” he said apologetically. “I guess I just got carried away. Do you forgive me?”

While trying to comprehend the emotional storm that had overcome her, at first Brooke found no answer. She was trembling a bit, and she guiltily realized that it was not the war news that was causing it but having again been in Greg’s arms, instead. A man who is not your husband, her heart called out accusingly.

As all these thoughts and more rushed through her mind, she found that her legs were shaking. Not knowing what else to do, out of habit she nervously smoothed the bodice of her dress. To her added surprise, her palms had gone clammy.

“Yes . . . ,” she finally said. “Yes, of course I forgive you. After all, it’s good news, isn’t it . . . ?”

Relieved that she had accepted his apology, Greg smiled again. “Thank you, Brooke,” he said. “I promise that sort of thing will never happen again. I guess that not being out there with them makes me more of a newshound than most.”

To her continued astonishment, Brooke found herself desperately wanting to again be held in Greg’s strong arms. To help hide her feelings, she stared down at the floor. Her breathing had deepened, her heart was hammering, and she felt helpless to control them.

My God, she found herself wondering as she continued to avoid his entrancing gaze, what is happening to me? When she at last looked at him, she found it impossible to take her eyes from his.

Smiling again, Greg happily lifted the sweating champagne bottle high. “And besides,” he said, “I’ve been looking for a decent excuse to crack this open. Will you join me?”

Brooke’s first impulse was to ask him to leave. But at the same time, the physical and emotional memories of having just been in his arms dictated the opposite.

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