Thee I love chapter 3
Soon enough Shelagh and Patrick had prepared all of the food and were taking it out of the oven to eat.
"Damn!" Shelagh hissed, clutching her hand to her chest.
"What ever is wrong?" Patrick asked worriedly.
"I burned my hand getting the Turkey out of the oven." Shelagh agonised whilst running her hand under the cold water from the kitchen tap.
"Would you like me to take a look at that?" Patrick smirked.
Shelagh rolled her eyes, knowing full well what he was referring to.
"Yes, although I'm quite sure there will be no need for amputation" She tutted, playing along, allowing him to pull her hand into his, caressing her palm with as much care as he had on the day of the fete.
He pulled her hand in to kiss the scarlet burn mark that was now forming and this time she didn't pull away, nor did she want to.
"There, all better" Patrick flirted.
"Thank you doctor" Shelagh said with mirth, reaching up to peck his cheek.