Savage Awakening(14)

'A prude?' she suggested, loosening her fingers from his and tucking  them beneath her arms. She stepped back from the desk and although he  sensed she was far from relaxed with him she added bravely, 'You weren't  half so modest when I woke you up.'

Matt's jaw clamped, but with a supreme effort he managed to roll onto  his side. 'Yeah, well … ' He regarded her dourly. 'That was different.'

'Because you were calling the shots?' She didn't back off. 'I'm not about to jump your bones, Mr Quinn.'

As if she could, thought Matt grimly, pushing that thought aside to  acknowledge that it was going to be bloody difficult to get down from  the desk without her help. 'Look, you've done a good job,' he began,  only to have her spread her hands in frustration.

'I haven't finished,' she protested. 'I haven't even touched your lumbar  region, and in my opinion that's where the root of the problem lies.'

'I don't have a problem,' muttered Matt, edging uneasily across the desk  and somehow swinging his legs to the floor. He winced as his body  denied that statement, but he wouldn't let her see how stiff he still  was. 'Thanks, anyway. I appreciate it.'

'My pleasure,' she said, though he doubted it was. She paused. 'I'll be going now. Shall I come back tomorrow?'

Matt eased himself onto his feet. 'If that's OK with you,' he said.

'OK.' She nodded. Then, with a reluctant gesture, she added, 'You'd  better put your shirt on. You're sweating and you wouldn't want to catch  a chill.'

'As opposed to what exactly?'

He regretted the words as soon as they were out, but Fliss had already  turned away so he couldn't see her face. 'I always care about my  patients,' she said smoothly, opening the door. 'I'll see you in the  morning.'

The house seemed absurdly empty after she'd gone. Despite the fact that  his whole purpose in coming here had been to get away from people,  suddenly he missed the almost comforting awareness of her working in  another part of the house.

He moved jerkily across to the windows and was in time to see her  striding away down the path that led to the church. He guessed there  must be a short cut through the churchyard, though, in all honesty, he  didn't even know where she lived. Just that she lived with her widowed  father and her daughter. That was it.

Diane would know where she lived, he acknowledged, but he had no  intention of asking her. He could already imagine her reaction when he  admitted that he'd employed Fliss Taylor as his housekeeper. And if she  ever found out Fliss had given him a massage … She would not be pleased,  but what the hell? Did he really care?

He knew he should. It wasn't Diane's fault that he'd been sent to  Abuqara. It wasn't Diane's fault that he'd come back only half a man.  She saw what she wanted to see. Any essential differences she either  couldn't-or wouldn't-understand.                       
       
           



       

The phone rang then, startling him out of his reverie. His spirits  slumped. Had his thoughts about Diane somehow communicated themselves to  her? It was several days since she'd left for London and no doubt she'd  expected him to ring her over the weekend.

Fortunately, there was an extension in the library so he didn't have to  go far to answer the call. His reluctance as he lifted the receiver  spoke volumes, but he endeavoured to inject a positive note into his  voice as he said, 'Yeah, this is Quinn.'

'Matthew!' His mother's voice was so much more welcome than Diane's that Matt sagged against the bookshelves.

'Ma.'

'Are you all right?' There was concern in her voice. 'I expected you to ring me after you'd settled in.'

'I intended to.'

'Oh?' Louise Quinn's voice rose a little now. 'When, exactly?'

'Soon.' Matt sighed. 'I've been busy, Ma. Apart from the few things I brought from London, I didn't have any furniture.'

'Oh, Matthew!' There was reproof in her voice now. 'You can't possibly live like that.'

'Don't worry. I've remedied the situation.' He sighed. 'I'm not incapable, you know.'

'But after all you've been through-'

'That's in the past now.'

'Is it?' She didn't sound convinced. 'According to Diane, it's still very much in the present.'

Diane. Matt controlled the urge to say that Diane had no right to be  unloading her problems onto his mother. Instead, he said evenly,  'Diane's peeved because I moved out of town.'

'And with good reason.' His mother clucked her tongue now. 'Oh, Matthew,  are you sure you're going to be all right? I liked to think I was just  across town if you needed me.'

'I'm fine, honestly.' Matt shifted as his back twinged again, wondering  how honest he was being. 'And I'm not a million miles away. You can  always come and see me. Now I have a spare bed.'

'But how are you going to look after a barn of a place like that? Diane says it has six bedrooms, for heaven's sake.'

Diane, again. Matt stifled his irritation and said neutrally, 'I've got a housekeeper. She's helping me get the place in order.'

'A housekeeper.' Louise sounded relieved now. 'Oh, well, that's something, I suppose. Is she going to cook for you, too?'

'I … ' Matt hadn't considered the fact that he was now obliged to provide  all his own meals. 'Possibly,' he said, wondering how Fliss would react  to that suggestion. After this morning's fiasco, he'd be lucky if she  didn't decide to find herself another job.

'Well, I hope so,' said his mother firmly. 'You're not fit to do everything for yourself.'

'Ma-'

'No, I mean it, Matthew. You may think you've put your past experiences  behind you, but I know differently. It's all very well pretending that a  person can endure years of incarceration-'

'It was one year, Ma.'

'It was nearer two.' She huffed. 'Anyway, that's not the point. No  one-and I mean no one-suffers the kind of physical abuse you had to  contend with and emerges unscathed.'

'I don't need this, Ma.'

'I think you do.' She was determined. 'You were starved, Matthew.  Starved and beaten. God knows what other kind of mental torture they put  you through-'

'For pity's sake.' Matt could feel every nerve in his body chilling with  the memory. 'Do you think this is helping? Is there any useful purpose  in forcing me to remember? I'm trying to forget.'

'I know, I know.' At last his mother seemed to realise how insensitive  her words must sound. 'I'm sorry, darling, I'm a stupid old woman and  you have every right to be angry with me. But I'm so worried about you,  Matthew. We both are.'

'Both?' Matthew frowned.

'Diane and I,' said his mother impatiently. 'She was such a comfort to  me while you were away. A daughter couldn't have been sweeter.'                       
       
           



       

'Yeah, well … ' Matthew definitely didn't want to talk about his relationship with Diane. 'You can relax. I'm OK. Right?'

'Right.' But she still sounded uncertain. Then, injecting a note of  optimism into her voice, she added, 'Anyway, at least I'll be able to  tell Diane that you've got yourself a housekeeper. I know she'll be  relieved.'

Will she? Matt wanted to ask her not to mention it to Diane, but he  didn't have the strength to explain why. 'I'll ring you later in the  week,' he said, hoping to escape any more reproaches on Diane's behalf.  'OK?'

'You will take care, won't you, Matthew?'

'I promise,' he said, and with another brief word of farewell, he ended the call.

But, as he pushed himself away from the bookshelves and looked wearily  around the library, he wondered if he was just kidding himself by  thinking he could escape himself …





CHAPTER SEVEN





FOR the rest of the week, Fliss did her best to avoid her employer. She  had plenty to do, and Matt himself seemed more than willing to keep out  from under her feet. He didn't mention what had happened and nor did  she. She hadn't forgotten the scars she'd seen on his back, but if he  suspected she might tell her father he was very much mistaken.

On Wednesday morning, she arrived to find Albert Freeman, a local  painter and decorator, already at work with his measuring tape and  clipboard. He was only too happy to tell her that he'd been approached  by 'Mr Quinn' to give him an estimate for how long it would take him to  redecorate the hall, stairs and landing. Fliss knew a momentary-and  totally unjustified-feeling of alienation at being cut out of the  process. Matt had said nothing about his plans to her, and she consoled  herself with the thought that he'd very likely find the pompous Mr  Freeman rather hard to take.

However, she said nothing, getting on with her work as usual, and on  Thursday morning it was Matt who came looking for her. She was cleaning  out one of the store cupboards in the kitchen when his lean dark frame  appeared in the doorway, and she was instantly conscious of him in every  fibre of her being.

Fliss was standing on the top of the steps that had been rusting in the  garden shed since old Colonel Phillips's time, and she was unhappily  aware of her bare legs below the cuffs of her khaki shorts.