injured in France, but something else had happened, and it was tormenting him. She had watched him sleeping, peacefully at first, and then the dreams came. It had appeared to be a mixture of anger, regret and deep sorrow but, she suspected, mostly anger. That was probably why he resented being taken off active duty. If her instincts were correct, he wanted revenge.
What a mess everything was. He’d said he needed looking after, and seeing his troubles, she knew that was true. Well, that was what she had been trained for.
Grace got back into bed. Her day had been peculiar enough, but what about Helen? After two long interviews, they had told her to wait, saying only that they would be in touch. There hadn’t been the slightest indication what they wanted her for. It was all very worrying.
Stop this, she told herself sternly. The only thing either of them could do was take each day as it came, and see what happened. Sleep was needed if she was going to cope with tomorrow.
Chapter Four
‘Can I help you, sir?’
Dan tore his gaze away from the assault course, and turned his head. ‘You’re about early, Sergeant …?’
‘Dickins. I saw you arrive and head this way, sir. I hadn’t seen you before, so I followed to see if you needed any help. I’m the drill sergeant.’
‘I was stationed here and did my training on this course.’
‘I see, sir.’ The sergeant studied the tall man beside him. ‘I see you’re wearing fatigues. Were you thinking of having a go at it again?’
‘That was my idea. It’s changed since I was last here. Can you take me over it?’
‘How bad is the injury to your leg, sir? You were limping as you walked here.’
‘Very observant of you. It isn’t much, and is healed now.’
‘I’m sure it is, but this is a tough course now, sir, and I wouldn’t advise you dashing over it before you have the medical officer take a look at you.’
Dan turned back to the course and swore fluently under his breath. The man was talking sense, of course,but he wanted to return to active duty so bad it hurt.
‘Can I have your name, sir?’
‘Major Chester.’
Sergeant Dickins came to attention and saluted smartly. ‘I’ve heard of you, Major. A corporal, Bob Higgins, came through here and said your quick thinking had saved his life in France.’
‘Is he still here?’
‘He was moved to another regiment last week. How can I help you, sir?’
‘I need to get fit for active duty again.’
‘Understood. You are going to do more harm than good if you don’t go about it in the right way. Come with me and see the MO. If your leg is strong enough, I will personally see you get fit again. I’ll arrange your training sessions to suit you.’
‘It will have to be about this time in the mornings.’
‘I’m an early riser. I can take you to the MO immediately, sir.’
‘I appreciate your help, sergeant.’
Dan smiled when he saw the medical officer. ‘Hello, Steve, you still here?’
The officer spun round. ‘Dan! It’s good to see you. Are you stationed here again?’
‘I’m afraid not. Sergeant Dickins caught me about to have a go at the assault course, and insisted I come and see you first.’
The MO raised his hands in exasperation. ‘I heard about your exploits in France. You were badly injured, Dan. Good Lord, you haven’t changed, have you?’ He turned to the sergeant, who was watching with interest. ‘He would never expect his men to do anything he couldn’t do himself.’
‘So I’ve heard, sir. I’ve promised to help the major get fit again, but I need you to have a look at him. Once I have your assessment of his condition, I will be able to work out a programme of exercises.’
‘You’ve taken on quite a task, sergeant. I know Major Chester, and he’s as stubborn as a mule.’
‘Don’t exaggerate, Steve. Are you going to examine me, or shall I just take my chance and have a go at the course?’
‘You do that and you’ll put yourself back in the