Together

Marek smiled slightly. He had no idea how Pat would react. He knew that at one time she had lived happily with Bob. That she had loved him. Now he had no real idea how the Englishwoman felt.

"Hello." He smiled softly. Pat blushed. "This is a beautiful church."

"Yes, it is."

"I went for a walk. I didn't intend to come here." He held her gaze as she nodded.

"Me too. I needed to clear my head. The church has always been a good place for that." Pat glanced over her shoulder, suddenly feeling guilty.

"How are you?" Marek asked, taking a single step towards her. She found herself getting lost in his eyes once more. The way he looked at her made her knees falter and she silently chastised herself for feeling like a silly schoolgirl with a crush.

"I'm fine. You?" Pat bit her lip as he stepped towards her.

"I am not fine. I believe I am quite unwell. You see?" He took her hand, holding it over his chest. "I believe I am love sick."

"No. Not here."

"Then walk with me?"

Pat nodded before following him out of the church.

Xxxxxxx

Sarah smiled slightly as she headed into the vestry. She had no idea why Bob Simms had cheated on his wife, nor why he had only just decided to confess to Pat. She shook her head; hoping that this meant her friend was finally free.

"Sarah!"

She bristled as she heard her name called. The church was beginning to become as busy as the local town hall. Forcing a fake smile on she turned to see Frances step towards her. It was clear her older sister was crying, but trying to hide it.

"Frances."

"I'm fine."

"Clearly." Sarah raised an eyebrow wondering what drama her family was about to face now.

Xxxxx

Pat walked along with her hands in her pockets as the soldier walked quietly beside her. She decided that was one of the things she loved about this man. His ability to just be with her and not show any intent to hurt her. She had a feeling he had never entertained the notion of causing her any harm.

"Pat. I know Bob has gone."

"Well." She turned to face him. "Word has got around quickly. You wait until I see that Jenny!"

"Jenny?" Marek stopped, touching her arm. "I do not know this woman." He frowned.

"I can't believe Clare would tell the world my business."

"No. I have met Clare. Sweet girl. No, I know because I found out about his infidelity and his abuse of you and your trust." He watched as she tensed. " I found out myself only yesterday. My friend, Boris he was called to London three days ago. He returned, told me he had seen your husband in the arms of another woman so I investigate. I wanted evidence to give you but I confess I saw red and could not help myself but to confront him."

"I see."

"Do you?"

Marek sounded genuinely worried.

"I see you meant well. I'm getting divorced." She took his hand as they walked along the country lane. "But you'll go home. At the end of the war."

"No." He turned to face her. "Not if I have a reason to stay."

Xxxxxxx