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Almost Fired
Jasper stretched out in a reclining chair in Ellie's hospital room. He'd pulled it right up to her bed so that he could hold her hand. Gus had given her painkillers, and for the moment, she was sleeping.
"What are you going to do, Jasper?" asked Gus as he checked the IV drip going into her arm. "Do you want me to call the police?""I'm not sure what to do; this is such a mess. I don't want to subject Ellie to the press, but Thwaite needs sorting out."Jasper heaved a sigh and told Gus of the previous intervention that Tom Thwaite had tried."He needs to be stopped Jasp, look at her she's in a dreadful state. She's lucky that she hasn't sustained some permanent damage. If he's done this now; how do we know he hasn't done this before? How do we know he's not going to do this again?" Gus asked.The injuries Ellie sustained looked even worse in this light, and Jasper could hardly bear to look at her. Her beautiful face swollen and discoloured. Black spider legRelated chapters
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Ellie woke early; Jasper was flat out, on his stomach, his head turned towards her. She carefully got out of bed and went to the bathroom. Her face felt different this morning, not as swollen. Yesterday she had been too frightened to look in the mirror even when she had been in here before. She had avoided looking at her face; if both Gus and Jasper said she shouldn't look, then she would take them at her word. This morning though, she glanced up as she was washing her hands. Determined not to cry or make a noise that would wake Jasper, Ellie stared at her ravaged face. That was some bruise over her eye, and her cheek was still very swollen, but she could feel that it had gone down. By tomorrow, it would be yellow around the edges. Taking a breath, she needed more painkillers. Slipping her dressing gown on, she walked silently out of the bedroom.Ellie gave a contented sigh. It felt so typical to be putting the coffee on as usual; she sat in her little apartment. This time of d
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Kylie held tight to Richie. She was just so happy to be in his arms again. Then, she staggered under the dead weight of him, and people around them started screaming. "Richie." She whispered. His arms stopped holding her, they slid down her back, and she screamed his name again. "Richie!"Everything seemed to happen in slow motion, and then, someone helped her to lower him to the floor, and Kylie knelt, cradling his head. Her tears were falling on his face. She could hear people still screaming and someone calling an ambulance. It seemed like forever before she heard the sirens of the ambulance and the police cars, though she knew afterwards that it had been less than five minutes that was one of the fortunes of living in a small town. The police officer helped her up as the paramedics took Richie away; she grabbed his keys, phone off the table and ran after the stretcher. They would not let her go in the ambulance, and a police officer guided her over to a car."Don't wor
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The Disreputable Duke Secrets and a Naked Man
Grant was shattered. He had walked nearly all night through fields and around villages alongside the A1 back towards London. He knew he really shouldn't be going in that direction at all, the coppers would be on the lookout for him, and Grant knew there was no way he could get back into the flat. Pity that there were things he wanted in there. He wanted a picture of Suki, an image of his daughter.Ellie slid her hand along the sheet towards Jasper, and she had been awake for a while. It was just getting light, and her ribs were aching. She had done far too much yesterday, but she couldn't help that. She adored Richie, he had been her first real friend down here, and there was no way she was sitting in bed while he was at death's door.She turned her head to look at Jasper. He seemed so far away, and this bed was enormous. She might as well be here alone. She thought about what she wanted to ask him. It wasn't much. She just wanted him to wash her hair, and she was sure it
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