Chapter 4

Fidel was not right. It had been a week. They weren't ignoring each other anymore but eye contact had not yet returned. The staring thing had only just come back yesterday. Dwayne and Fidel were still keeping tabs on strange behaviour. the Chief was reading the same book all week, he'd normally get through three in that time. Dwayne had been trying to get Camille alone as she had seemed like she wanted to talk but when he asked, she just clammed up or said it was fine.

It was not fine. Camille had spent the week desperately wanting to tell someone but just couldn't quite find the words to tell anyone what her boss had seen in her case. That this was worse because she had feelings for him and he was English, and annoying and brilliant and closed off and uptight and nervous and sweet and an old soul but childishly naive sometimes, and maybe he wasn't traditionally good looking but he'd do these things that would make her weak at the knees and he'd argue with her over things that didn't matter and sulk and be moody for no reason and she'd tease him and she'd make him smile and and and...and OMG he'd seen her vibrator and why didn't the earth beneath her open and swallow her up?!

Richard on the other hand had decided against thinking about it. Distraction was the name of the game. At work he was planning a surveillance and intelligence gathering regarding inter-island the anti-smuggling scheme. Outside of work he thoroughly cleaned the whole hut, reorganised all his books, assembled and painted the Airfix model of a Hawker Hurricane that his mother had sent him for his birthday and finally he'd drawn up a list of lists he wanted to make and then completed those lists.

He couldn't stop the dreams though. He never could. She invaded his mind night after night and then he did think about it. He'd think about how she was beautiful and confident. He'd think about being 'Dick' who'd never been married and although he had had girlfriends, that was a long time ago and he'd never actually asked a woman out on a date and he was happy on his own, wasn't he? You don't get hurt if you don't let anyone in. Then he'd seen that thing and now he was thinking about her and sex and now they couldn't even look at each other.

There was nothing else for it, he had to put another coat of paint on his model plane.