Undertaking Love

Chapter Forty-Five




Jonny stuck his head around the nearest doorway and was surprised to find a rather young and swarthy Santa with his trousers around his ankles, and a nurse on her knees personally delivering his Christmas gift.

‘Looks like the kids will have to wait a little longer for their presents this year,’ Jonny tittered, and grabbed Love God’s hand.

‘Let’s try somewhere else.’

‘In here,’ Love God hissed. ‘It’s been painted today so it’ll be empty.’

Jonny pushed the door open to find Marla and Gabe so close together that you couldn’t slide a sheet of paper between them.

He grinned and quietly clicked the door. He shook his head. ‘Occupied.’

Love God groaned and nodded towards a door at the far end of the corridor.

‘There’s always the cleaners’ cupboard?’

‘Sounds like a good place to get dirty.’ Jonny grinned and flung open the door. They both yelped in shock at the sight of Cecilia and dishy doctor Robert engaged in a passionate snog.

Jonny slammed the door shut and leaned on it. ‘For the love of God!’ he howled. ‘Could all of the straight people get out of the f*cking closets, please? Gay men coming through!’

Love God laughed and pressed Jonny up against the door.

‘Looks like there’s no room at the inn.’

Jonny decided privacy was overrated anyway as Love God slipped his arms around him and copped a feel of his satin-clad bum cheeks.



‘You can open your present now.’

Marla picked up the small box, chewing her lip as she pulled on the red spotted ribbon. It was heavy for a little box. Gabe had already proved himself a thoughtful gift-giver with the picnic extravaganza, so she had no idea what to expect. An ivory box nestled inside the outer wrapping paper.

‘It’s like pass the parcel.’

Her fingers shook as she flicked open the top of the box and peeped inside. It looked like glass, but she couldn’t tell from the top. Something cool and heavy fell into her hand as she tipped the box carefully upside down.

She gasped softly at the beautiful little snow globe; a tiny red and white striped lighthouse peeped through the swirl of snowflakes as they settled.

Gabe reached out and stroked a strand of Marla’s hair. ‘It reminded me of you.’

Oh, he was too good at this stuff. Ivan’s words at Dora’s funeral had been one of the most moving things she’d ever heard. Gabe had clearly been similarly touched.

‘What can I say? It’s perfect.’

Gabe’s suddenly serious eyes searched her face.

‘Is it?’

Tears prickled behind her eyelids, and she placed the snow globe slowly back into its box and set it down on the mattress next to her.

‘That day in the chapel, when I said I didn’t love you...’ she faltered, but she forced herself on because she could tell that he was holding his breath. She didn’t want him keeling over now that she was finally ready to admit her feelings.

‘I was wrong, but it took you leaving for me to see it. And by then it was too late, because you’d gone and I couldn’t tell you.’

He picked her hands up and bumped his thumbs over her knuckles.

‘I hated every minute of not being near you.’

She pulled him close.

‘Then come back. Rebuild the funeral parlour. We’ll find a way to make it work.’ Her voice cracked with the effort of not crying. ‘Just come home. Please?’

He shook his head, and fear speared her heart. He wasn’t coming back. He reached out and stroked her cheek.

‘I’m not rebuilding the funeral parlour, Marla.’

She stared at him, dry-mouthed. ‘Are you going back to Dublin?’

‘Not if I have something to stay for.’

He’d asked the question once before, but this time she answered from her heart.

‘Stay for me. Stay because I love you, Gabe.’

She couldn’t hold the tears in any longer, but it didn’t matter anymore. She’d said what she needed to, and he was kissing her like a drowning man. She wound her arms around his neck and melted against him.

Soft and pliant, against his firmness and warmth.

He brushed away her tears with his fingertips, and for several heavenly moments they dispensed of the need for words altogether.

Gabe came up for air and licked the hollow of her neck.

‘Say it again.’

‘Say what?’

She half-laughed and half-gasped as he slid a hand up her skirt and stroked the back of her thigh.

‘You know what. Say it, or I’m going to take this ridiculous dress off.’

He played with the zipper at the back of her dress with his free hand.

‘I love you, Gabriel Ryan.’

‘I love you, too, Marla. Very much.’

He kicked up the heat when he kissed her again, and she slid a hand down between them to his crotch.

‘I love you more,’ she said as he rocked against her fingers with an appreciative groan. His hand slid from her thigh to cup her bottom, and as she arched pain irritated her hipbone, reminding her of something she still needed to do.

‘Wait.’ She pulled her head back. ‘I nearly forgot to give you your present.’

He grumbled in frustration when she pushed him back a couple of steps, then perked up again when she hitched her skirt right up on one side. She gathered the slinky material up to knicker level, too excited to be bothered that she was flashing her underwear in a hospital side ward. Gabe’s eyes were threatening to fall out of his head as she stood in front of him in her high heels, and Marla thanked the fashion gods that only her black La Perla lace briefs sat perfectly underneath the Biba dress.

‘This is hands down the best present anyone has ever given me in my life,’ he reached out to touch her but Marla smacked his fingers away.

‘I’m not your present, idiot.’ She hitched the dress higher and revealed the white gauze square taped over her hipbone with surgical tape.

A deep frown of concern furrowed across Gabe’s forehead.

‘Oh God. Are you hurt?’

Marla nodded and tried to keep her face straight. ‘It hurt like hell at the time, yeah.’

‘What did you do?’

‘Take it off and have a look for yourself.’ Marla said.

‘Jesus. Please tell me we’re talking about your knickers.’

She cuffed him on the arm with her free hand and then reached down and peeled the tape back herself. ‘There. Look.’ She beckoned him closer.

Gabe dropped on his haunches until his head was level with her hip, close enough to get a bird’s eye view of the small lighthouse that had been freshly tattooed there that afternoon. She laid a hand on his shoulder to steady herself, and felt gentle laughter ripple through him as he shook his head. They had been on exactly the same page.

‘It reminded me of you,’ she murmured. ‘Like Ivan and Dora. People need someone to share their lives with. I guess I never really realized it was true for me too. We need rocks to stand our lighthouses on.’

He dipped his dark head to place a kiss on her tender skin with infinite care.

When he straightened, the laughter in his eyes had been replaced with a fierce, burning look of love. She wound her arms around him and breathed him in; delicious and familiar and all hers.

He hitched her up onto the bed and glanced over his shoulder.

‘Do you reckon there’s a lock on that door?’



THE END