Page 57 of Donovan Blake: Passion

Wearing raincoats and sitting on top of the hillock, Trevor and Jane were huddled together watching the dramatic sheets of rain sweep across the valley. Resting her head on his shoulder, she closed her eyes and said a silent prayer of thanks. Over the last couple of days they had fervently kissed and he had playfully swatted her more than once. She’d loved it. But he hadn’t pushed for more.

“I assume you’ll be heading off to university soon,” he remarked. “Where will you be going?”

“Um, actually, I’m not, and daddy keeps badgering me. I suppose I’ll have to tell him. I’m out of time.”

“Do you have a career in mind?”

“Definitely.”

“May I ask…?”

“As long as you promise not to laugh.”

“I would never laugh at you, Jane. With you, yes, but never at you.”

“Okay. I want to be a mother. A real mother. A mother who’s always there for her children no matter what. And I want lots of them. Maybe six.”

“Wow. That is a career.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she demanded, jerking her head up.

“Don’t be so defensive. I’m serious. That’s the most important career a woman can have, and I think it’s fantastic.”

“You do?”

“Absolutely, and those six children will be blessed to have you as their mum.”

“I hope so,” she mumbled, fighting unexpected tears. “I’ll be a whole lot better than mine, that’s for sure.”

“Is she that bad?”

“She’s not mean or anything, she’s just never around. And when I say never, I mean never. She’s too busy with all her charities and she has been for years. I think she just likes being a social queen.”

“Have you ever told her how you feel?”

“How can I talk to someone who’s permanently absent?”

“There’s this amazing device called a phone. All you have to do is tap the numbers, and bingo, the person answers and you can speak to them.”

“Maybe you’re right,” she mumbled thoughtfully.

“Jane, no-one knows how you feel until you tell them. She may not understand, but at least you can get it out, and it will help you. I promise.”

“You’re right! I’ve wanted to say something for ages but I wasn’t brave enough. I am now. Wow. Yes. I am, I really am. I’m also starting to get cold, but before we leave can I ask you something? It’s kind of personal.”

“Go ahead.”

“You don’t have to answer.”

“What is it, Jane?”

“Why haven’t you tried to do more than just kiss and hold me?”

“You don’t want me to.”

“How do you know that?”

“I’m not sure,” he replied with a frown. “I guess I can just feel it. In fact, would I be right if I said you want to hold back until your wedding night?”

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