just looked at me as if I was crazy, but he kept a smile on his face, too.
“What?” I asked.
“You know you look beautiful when you smile. You should do it more often.”
My breath caught in my throat at his words. I bit my lip. I’d love to believe him. I’d love to stay there with him for hours. Instead, I bent down and started gathering up all our cutlery and paper plates from our picnic.
“We better get back, Jack. Everyone will wonder where we’ve gone.”
“You know what I think?” Jack said.
“What’s that, mister?” I said, expecting him to say something silly and teasing again.
“I think you like me, despite your best efforts not to.”
I didn’t look at him. I couldn’t. I just concentrated packing everything up in neat piles and then putting them back into the picnic basket.
Finally, I stood up. “You know what, Jack?”
“What?”
“You think too much, that’s your problem.”
He collapsed into a fit of giggles, and I couldn’t help it. I laughed with him.
We started walking back, and he stumbled a couple of times on his crutches, but thankfully he didn’t do any damage.
When we made it out of the woods, I looked up at the sky.
Oh, my God. How was I going to get Jack back in the house without anyone seeing him and without anyone realizing I’d got him drunk?
“You know, I think you might be right. I might be a little tipsy,” he said with a grin as we got closer to the spot where we’d left the wheelchair.
“What would my brother say if he knew you were getting me drunk? Were you planning to take advantage of me, Nurse Kristina?”
“You wish,” I said, trying not to blush. “Now hurry up.”
He wasn’t walking in a straight line.
“Are you sure your legs don’t hurt?” I asked.
He shook his head, “They’re fine. But I still can’t believe you took me out here and got me drunk to take advantage of me.”
“Shut up!” I said blushing furiously, “I thought it was alcohol-free!”
Jack grinned as he walked beside me, refusing to get back in the chair. I knew he was only teasing me, but I was really worried that somebody would see us and report this to Alexander.
15
It took us ages to get back because Jack was weaving about from side to side, and he refused to get back into the wheelchair. So I had to push the chair back to the house while he wove about on his crutches. But luckily, we managed to get back inside without anyone seeing us.
As soon as we got home, he slumped on his bed and fell fast asleep.
I sighed with relief and hoped I’d gotten away with it. I was worried about the effects of alcohol combined with the painkillers, so I fished out the bottle from the bathroom cabinet and read the label. There were no warnings on the label.
But I couldn’t risk it. I had to get medical advice. It might get me in trouble but I couldn’t risk anything happening to Jack.
I phoned Brian.
“Uh, hi Brian … It’s Kristina… I’ve done something pretty stupid. I took Jack out for a picnic lunch and we had wine…I thought it was alcohol free but…”
“How much has he had?” Brian’s tone was abrupt and I winced, but I knew I deserved it.
“Two glasses. He seemed pretty drunk. He’s fallen asleep now. I’m really sorry. It was such a dumb thing to do.”
“Jack’s an adult, Kristina. He makes his own choices.” Brian’s words didn’t make me feel any better. “Has he been sick?”
“No we just got home and he fell asleep pretty much straightaway.”
“I don’t think two glasses will have done any damage. The tablets have just lowered his normal resistance to alcohol. Keep an eye on him. If you’re worried or if he gets worse, call me.”
“Ok, thanks,” I said meekly and hung up the phone, feeling like the stupidest person on the planet.
I made a pot of extra strong coffee for when Jack woke up, and poured a cup for myself. I took mine into the bedroom and sat
“What?” I asked.
“You know you look beautiful when you smile. You should do it more often.”
My breath caught in my throat at his words. I bit my lip. I’d love to believe him. I’d love to stay there with him for hours. Instead, I bent down and started gathering up all our cutlery and paper plates from our picnic.
“We better get back, Jack. Everyone will wonder where we’ve gone.”
“You know what I think?” Jack said.
“What’s that, mister?” I said, expecting him to say something silly and teasing again.
“I think you like me, despite your best efforts not to.”
I didn’t look at him. I couldn’t. I just concentrated packing everything up in neat piles and then putting them back into the picnic basket.
Finally, I stood up. “You know what, Jack?”
“What?”
“You think too much, that’s your problem.”
He collapsed into a fit of giggles, and I couldn’t help it. I laughed with him.
We started walking back, and he stumbled a couple of times on his crutches, but thankfully he didn’t do any damage.
When we made it out of the woods, I looked up at the sky.
Oh, my God. How was I going to get Jack back in the house without anyone seeing him and without anyone realizing I’d got him drunk?
“You know, I think you might be right. I might be a little tipsy,” he said with a grin as we got closer to the spot where we’d left the wheelchair.
“What would my brother say if he knew you were getting me drunk? Were you planning to take advantage of me, Nurse Kristina?”
“You wish,” I said, trying not to blush. “Now hurry up.”
He wasn’t walking in a straight line.
“Are you sure your legs don’t hurt?” I asked.
He shook his head, “They’re fine. But I still can’t believe you took me out here and got me drunk to take advantage of me.”
“Shut up!” I said blushing furiously, “I thought it was alcohol-free!”
Jack grinned as he walked beside me, refusing to get back in the chair. I knew he was only teasing me, but I was really worried that somebody would see us and report this to Alexander.
15
It took us ages to get back because Jack was weaving about from side to side, and he refused to get back into the wheelchair. So I had to push the chair back to the house while he wove about on his crutches. But luckily, we managed to get back inside without anyone seeing us.
As soon as we got home, he slumped on his bed and fell fast asleep.
I sighed with relief and hoped I’d gotten away with it. I was worried about the effects of alcohol combined with the painkillers, so I fished out the bottle from the bathroom cabinet and read the label. There were no warnings on the label.
But I couldn’t risk it. I had to get medical advice. It might get me in trouble but I couldn’t risk anything happening to Jack.
I phoned Brian.
“Uh, hi Brian … It’s Kristina… I’ve done something pretty stupid. I took Jack out for a picnic lunch and we had wine…I thought it was alcohol free but…”
“How much has he had?” Brian’s tone was abrupt and I winced, but I knew I deserved it.
“Two glasses. He seemed pretty drunk. He’s fallen asleep now. I’m really sorry. It was such a dumb thing to do.”
“Jack’s an adult, Kristina. He makes his own choices.” Brian’s words didn’t make me feel any better. “Has he been sick?”
“No we just got home and he fell asleep pretty much straightaway.”
“I don’t think two glasses will have done any damage. The tablets have just lowered his normal resistance to alcohol. Keep an eye on him. If you’re worried or if he gets worse, call me.”
“Ok, thanks,” I said meekly and hung up the phone, feeling like the stupidest person on the planet.
I made a pot of extra strong coffee for when Jack woke up, and poured a cup for myself. I took mine into the bedroom and sat
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