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‘Exactly what I told her,’ Slade co the colour run up under Chelsea’s skin with clinical detachment
‘Coested ‘Ma will look after you’
It was a te prospect Sandy’s hand on her forehead felt beautifully cool Her head seemed to be stuffed with a peculiar form of cotton wool that felt as heavy as lead, and she could think of nothing better that being coddled by Mrs Little She opened her eyes and saw that Sandy’s were focused on her with narroariness Poor girl, she was probably out of her mind with jealousy because Chelsea had been alone with Slade
She opened hercoolly, ‘Oh, there’s no need for that I’h on her hands, To a ‘flu victim’
‘Slade’s right,’ Sandy confir with ive you They should help speed things up If you want ive Val and Dad a chance to have Christmas alone with the twins’
‘If you want to drive us back I can loan you the Land Rover,’ Toested to Slade ‘It’s pretty ancient and we only use it in bad weather, but we can always e Rover until this stuff clears Fortunately ere all prepared for it, so we shouldn’t lose any stock’
Slade accepted, and when the three of theed herself up to her roo in her ears
She was asleep when Slade caily to discover hiainst her flushed face
‘How are you feeling?’
‘Hot and aching,’ Chelsea admitted, ‘and thirsty’
‘The last problem’s easily remedied Mrs Little has sent you some of her hoo and get you a glass’
If he wasn’t sympathetic at least he wasn’t as cold and rely when Slade had gone Her sheets see into her tender skin, and her whole body see pain which even affected her bones
When Slade returned she was shivering convulsively, although she tried to hide it fro over her while she lay in bed e
‘Sit up and drink this’
Like a small child she did as she was told, puzzled when Slade disappeared into her bathrooe and a towel
‘Sandy said this would help you to feel cooler,’ he said dispassionately as he pushed the straps of her nightdress off her shoulders and sponged her burning skin with cool detachrateful to hiain, Chelsea decided crossly when her broderie anglaise straps were once again in place
‘I could have done that ives you some sense of power to treat me like a child!’
His ri as jade as he retorted in a clipped voice, ‘I’ very hard to reested an omelette for your supper—I know it isn’t turkey…’ Chelsea felt nauseated at the thought of any rich food, and asha him If it wasn’t for her Slade could have spent Christmas up at the farm with Sandy to adore him
‘I suppose Sandy would have preferred you to stay up there,’ she said jealously
He had turned away froot what she wants Tohtened, when she looked blank ‘Surely you must have realised that she’s in love with him?’
‘Sandy loves Tom?’
Slade’s gaze sharpened ‘You know she does, we’ve already discussed it once’