Grace fought for breath.
‘What do you mean?’
Surely someone would have rung her if anything catastrophic had happened?
‘Ah, OK, I’ve found him. He’s been moved to a private room, Omega 3, second floor.’
Grace breathed in and out again slowly.
‘Not full of fish oil, is it?’
‘Sorry?’
The joke obviously didn’t translate.
Grace knocked in case Will was having anything done he wouldn’t want her to see.
‘Come in.’
The voice was female. Grace brushed off her irritation at seeing an attractive young nurse bent over Will, taking his blood pressure. That would suit him down to the ground.
‘I’ll leave you with your visitor now, Mr Lancing.’
‘Call me Will, please.’
The nurse gave him a big smile.
‘Will it is. I’ll check in on you later.’
Grace took the seat next to the bed. Now that his upper left arm wasn’t hidden by his shirtsleeves, or the dark of the beach, she could clearly see that in the middle of Will’s tattoo was the name Jack. It boded well. She took Will’s phone out of her bag and handed it to him.
‘There you go.’
‘Thanks.’
Will’s eyes were trained on her.
‘New T-shirt?’
‘Yes. The old one got a bit too Jackson Pollock for my liking.’
‘Sorry about that.’
‘Well, you couldn’t help it. How are you feeling?’
Will reached for her hand.
‘Better now you’re here. But like I’ve been run over by a steamroller. I ache all over.’
‘You poor thing.’
The next moment he’d drifted off again, and Grace spent a peaceful couple of hours reading the latest blockbuster she’d picked up in the hotel reception.
When he came to, she handed him the phone. It had been beeping away while he slept.
‘You’d better check as there seem to be lots of new messages.’
She’d asked Jack not to call or message. He’d let her know half an hour ago that his plane had touched down in Greece. He’d be with them soon.
