Chapter 14
Two days later, Shaun had a message from reception. A Miss Silverman would be at the hotel that evening at eight and wondered if he would join her for a drink.
She was wearing a yellow summer dress with a cardigan hanging on her shoulders when she walked through the doors. Happy to see her again, he led her to a table in the corner of the bar and ordered vodka and tonics for both of them.
He sat still, lighting a cigarette as he waited for her to speak. He could see she was wrestling with what she had to say.
Finally she spoke, "Shaun, I know you must be wondering why I wanted to see you tonight, especially after what I said the last time we met." She took a deep breath before continuing, "You see, I work for my father in his office, so I'm aware of what he has in mind for you and the others. I know the missions you may have to carry out will be extremely dangerous. Shaun, I couldn't go through the heartache I went through with Peter's death again. That's why I said what I said. It would be very easy for me to fall in love with you, but I know I mustn't."
Shaun just looked at her for a few seconds before replying. "Sharon, I know I am in love with you, and I've never said that to any girl before. Death is always on the cards during a war, it comes with the territory. But we can't keep thinking about it, otherwise we would have no future to think of, and I would like to have a future with you Sharon."
Her face crumbled, "Shaun, you are making this difficult for me. I'm desperately trying not to become involved."
He reached over and took her hand, "Sharon, you became involved when you kissed me."
A tear formed in her eye as she squeezed his hand, "I know I did... I was foolish. I have to leave in a moment, I'm meeting Daddy for dinner." She rose up from her chair gathering her handbag.
He walked around the table and took her in his arms and kissed her, he held it for a moment before breaking the contact. She stood there with her eyes closed as a shiver passed through her, "I think it's too late for the both of us," he murmured softly.
She looked at him and gave a little nod. He followed her outside and kissed her again as her taxi arrived.
Chapter 15
Bobby was in the lounge chatting to some infantry officers when he returned inside the hotel.
He beckoned Shaun over to join them and quickly introduced them. They both had dressings on their arms or legs. It seemed they had been wounded and shipped back to the hospital, but due to the numbers arriving for treatment, they had been assigned to stay here at the hotel and report to the hospital to have their dressings changed.
"These chaps were saying we have pushed the enemy back all along the front and that they're in full retreat."
Shaun nodded at the information, "But I wonder what Rommel intends to do about it, he normally has a trick up his sleeve."
They all sat down and Bobby ordered drinks. It seemed that according to the officers, it had not all been smooth sailing for the Allies. "Their 88mm guns are murder on our tanks, our chaps can't get to them with the guns they have. They have to wait for artillery support or the RAF to clean them out."
They talked for a further half hour before leaving. Bobby told him Tim and Bill were out on a date, it seemed Carol, Bobby's girl, was on duty that night. "I'll see her tomorrow night to say goodbye, and then it's back to the bloody sand-fly. How about you Shaun, how's it working out with you and Sharon?"
Shaun hesitated, "It's early days yet Bobby." He said in a noncommittal voice.
After dinner, he went upstairs and began to pack his valise and have an early night.
As he was leaving the dining room after breakfast, a lobby boy waylaid him with a message. It was from Sharon, she wanted him to ring her at the number she had given.
"Second Officer Silverman, how can I help you?" The voice at the end of the telephone answered. "Hello Sharon, I'm returning your message, it's Shaun..."
There was a moment's hesitation, "Hello Shaun, I...I wondered, as it's your last night of leave, if you would like to have dinner with me at the flat?
"What are you cooking?" he asked in a jocular voice.
"I thought pasta, but if you would like something else..?"
"I love pasta, especially when the chief is a raven haired beauty," He could hear her chuckling on the other end of the line.
"Pasta it is then, say 8:30? I'm on duty until 6:30."
"Sounds just fine, I'll bring the wine, until 8:30 then." He heard the connection switch off.
***
The door to the flat was open as he stepped out of the lift. On entering the lounge, he noticed her uniform coat thrown over an armchair along with her hat and handbag.
"Make a drink, I'll have one too," A voice cried out from the kitchen, "I didn't get away until 7:30 so I'm running very late... sorry."
He poured out the drinks and took hers into the kitchen. She was in the process of putting the pasta into a steaming sauce pan, alongside other pans that were on the stove. The heat in the kitchen hit him as you walked in. Sharon was still in her uniform skirt and blouse, her hair still in a rigid bun, though a few strands had escaped and were falling across her face. Perspiration covered her forehead.
"Don't look at me Shaun, I look a mess... I wanted so much to be ready for you tonight. This bloody war."
He gently took her into his arms, moving the strands of hair away from her face. "You look stunning," he whispered and gently kissed her. "Now, is there anything I can do to help? I have a boy scout badge that says I can cook."
She looked at him, "Well you can keep an eye on the sauce, stir it now and again but don't let it boil. I'll go and have a shower and be back in thirty minutes."
Shaun opened the window to let the steam out, keeping an eye on the cooking.
She was back in twenty-five minutes wearing a black skirt with a white blouse, her hair brushed out and hanging behind her back. "I've put out the cutlery and odds and sods, can you lay the table please."
He grinned "Yes Marm."
They ate by candle light, her eyes reflecting the candles glow, "How's the pasta?"
"I've cleared my plate, does that give you a clue?" he smiled.
"I'll bring in the coffee," she said, rising and moving into the kitchen.
"I understand that 'Crusader' is going well," he called after her.
"Dad thinks a little too well," she replied.
He waited till she had poured out the coffee and sat down again before asking. "Why did he say that?"
"For every mile they retreat brings them a mile closer for resupply. For every mile we advance, takes us a mile further from resupply. Hitler is sending in reinforcements on a vast scale through Benghazi and the Italians are reinforcing their army. That's what the intercepts seem to be saying."
Shaun shrugged his shoulders, "Well, people above my pay scale make the decisions."
She nodded and smiled, "Can you pour out the brandy? We can have it on the couch."
She'd kicked off her shoes and sat with her legs tucked in beneath her. He joined her and handed her a brandy balloon.
"Shaun, I wanted to see you tonight before you went back in the line. We have to talk about us. Neither of us know what the future will bring, or if our feelings will change."
He put his arm around her gently, pulling her over to him. With his other hand he gently raised her head to look at him. "Sharon, I don't worry about the future, that's Gods business, I only think about the here and now. I love you, I didn't ask for it, it happened and I have to try and live with it. I know what your fears are, but I can wait until you can master them. I'm not here for a quick lay and then back to the front. I'm here for the long haul."
Her eyes filled with suppressed tears, "I do love you, Shaun, I didn't want to but it's happened."
He kissed her, her arms wound around his neck, pulling his head harder to hers. When he broke the kiss he saw her eyes were closed. He kissed her long neck, moving down to the hollow of her shoulder, feeling a shiver pass through her. His hand dropped to her breast, she was not wearing a bra under the blouse. He could feel the hardness of her nipple as his finger gently traced around it. A moan escaped her lips.
With a supreme effort, he removed his hand and used it to lift her face, "I want to make love to you, but I'm not going to until you're sure."
She looked into his eyes, "Darling you could have, but thank you for not doing so. You are very patient with me and I swear I'll make it up to you."
He climbed to his feet, "I'm going now. I have no idea when I'll get more leave, but will you write to me?"
"Of course," she said as she followed him to the door, then kissed him soundly, pressing her body close to his. "Be careful darling... please," she whispered through her tears.
Outside he lit a cigarette, drawing the smoke deep into his lungs. It had been a close thing. He knew he had wanted to make love to her, but some instinct had warned him now was not the time.
Chapter 16
It was a slow trip back to the base. Traffic going to the front slowed their progress, whilst ambulances and tank recovery vehicles with damaged tanks filled the other lane returning to Alexander.
Eventually they pulled up at the base, Ted Frazer was there to welcome them with a crown on his shoulder lapel.
He smiled as they spilled out of the Ford, "Welcome home chaps, I trust you all had a good leave." He indicated for them to follow him into the command tent. Once they were all in he began. "I believe you have all seen Captain Silverman and have expressed a desire to sign up for his unit. It remains to be seen if the rest of the patrol will feel the same. I intend to put it to those men tomorrow after breakfast, their answer will determine on our next move. Needless to say I have been roped in as well," he said with a grin.
"I believe congratulations are in order," Bobby said, followed by a few here, here's from the others.