A Brave Start by Andrea J Severson

Author:Andrea J Severson [Severson, Andrea J]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-12-24T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

It took some effort to get the soaking skirt off. The collar of her shirt was sopping wet, so she really was more wet than dry after all. In short order, she stepped into the shower.

Patrick’s shower.

She tried really hard not to think about that. She wasn’t sure exactly how long she stayed in there but she was feeling warm again by the time she got out. She wrapped herself in the fluffy towels Patrick had left. She towel dried her hair and then twisted it back up into the bobby pins that been holding it up before. She changed into the bath robe, or dressing gown, as Patrick had called it, and then gathered up her wet clothes and her boots.

She hesitantly edged her way back down the hall to the stairs. The doors to the other rooms were open, so she couldn’t help noticing the other rooms. The one past the bathroom looked like a walk-in closet, and the door across from the bathroom was clearly Patrick’s. It was tidy, but she spotted the sweater he’d been wearing in Oxford thrown over a chair and on the table beside it was a book, flipped upside down, open to a page. As she went back to the stairs she had come up earlier, she noticed two more bedrooms and another bathroom, as well as a staircase leading up to another floor. Downstairs she could hear Patrick in the kitchen. It was definitely a roomy flat for one person, she thought, maybe he had a roommate?

She came back down the stairs into the lounge, holding her wet clothes slightly in front of her so they wouldn’t get the dressing gown wet. Patrick had put out tea and a range of snacks and had lit a fire. He was standing in front of it when Eleanor came down the stairs. At the sight of her he rushed over and grabbed the wet bundle from her.

“Anything in here that can’t go in the dryer?”

“No, it’s all good to go in, thank you. That’s great that you have an actual dryer. We do too, but some of my fellow classmates seem to think that’s quite a luxury.”

“Yes, I got spoilt whilst in L.A.” he grinned. “Right, you sit, help yourself to the tea. Just relax, I promise you’re safe here and welcome to stay as long as you want.”

Eleanor crashed on the sofa, instinctively pulling the throw blanket from the back and drawing it around her. She suddenly felt so tired.

Patrick came back in and saw her curled up in the corner of the sofa. He poured her a cup of tea and then one for himself. “I put your boots by the radiator, unzipped. That should help dry out and warm up the insides of them without damaging the leather.”

“Thank you, really Patrick, for everything. This is very kind of you,” Eleanor said sincerely.

“Think nothing of it. Least I could do. I could hardly leave you there.”

“No, but you could have just taken me home, or dropped me at the nearest Tube station.

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