The St Patrick Series Book #1: The St Patrick Bride

Chapter Eleven: The Runaway and The Soldier

Christopher's POV
I have been sitting in the car for a while since I arrived at the location of the club. The rain is falling steadily pelting gently against the windshield. It's been like this for the last couple of days. I don't mind the rain. It makes me smile because it reminds me of her. Many things especially the little kind remind me if her but rain makes everything special. I rested my weight deeper into the seat. It was raining just like this the last time we were together. I sighed quietly recalling our last moment. I'm already getting hard with the scene replaying in my mind. Her warm breath, her tender breasts in my hands, her moans, the quiet whimpers as I suffocated her with my kisses, her tender tight hot wetness still feels real when I look at my hand. That was a beautiful night. I had so much more to offer to her and it took everything not to make love to her. It took all the restraint to not to go all the way with her.

She slipped through my fingers just like that.

I folded my fist as I clenched my jaw tightly.

A lot of things about that day upset me but mostly that I was helpless and unable to protect her. She was taken away from me when I lay there helpless and defeated. I returned to the army determined to get stronger so that no one will ever rip her from my arms. I went to see her again but after Switzerland the trail ran cold. I can't seem to find her anywhere.

"Where could she be?" I wondered out loud. I looked around the car. I remember seeing a receipt around. It's a little thing that reminds me of our time together. "Where is it?"

I searched around the car but I can't find the receipt.

Tommy tapped the window.

It has to be him.

I bought this car shortly after I left Italy. I was on tour when my mom sent me the picture in a letter. She said she thought of me when she saw it. I thought of someone else... Court. It's fiery just like her. I asked mom to buy it for me. I left specific instructions that no one should drive it. No one did until Tommy started to. He doesn't respect boundaries.

I stepped out of the car. I stood under his umbrella, adjusting the black jacket. Tommy has opened a club. It's the hottest place in town and there are long queues of people waiting to get in.

"Capacity!" He patted my shoulder. "We are at capacity on day one!"

"Cool." I smiled slightly.

I'm happy for him. He's trying to establish a life outside the army. I'm not. I miss deployment. I want to be deployed because it keeps my mind busy. I don't get to think s out Court except for rainy days when it's impossible to push her out of my mind.

"What? Aren't you happy for me? It's a cause for celebration!"

"Did you drive my car?" I cut right to it.

He stopped smiling. "Yeah."

I refrained myself from hitting him. It's a simple rule between siblings. "Didn't I ask you not to touch my stuff without my permission? That applies to the car! It's not yours! You better not have scratched it Tommy!"

"Calm down Chris. I didn't."

"I'm missing a receipt."

"What do you mean?"

"There was a receipt in the car. Where is it?"

"I don't know what you're talking about. Are you getting into the club?"

I locked the car and followed him.

As we made our way through the crowds, Tommy held a conversation with every other pretty face in the crowd. He took pictures with them as I avoided the excited girls dying to get into the club. I am not big on public attention. I prefer not to be at the center of attention. I chose to hang back. It's not raining anymore. I don't want to be here. I can be anywhere else but I had to settle for coming to Tommy's club opening because it's one of those nights when I don't want to be alone. The Major took mom out. It's date night. I would have spent my evening with her.