Chapter 22. Not a Cause to Celebrate

Mr Jordan and Dylan were both standing outside the office door. They were both hoping that Sam would be able to withdraw from the army. Dylan was rather annoyed that Mr Jordan had read the letter before Sam and that he, himself, still hadn't seen it. Dylan wanted to burst in there and tell the army that Sam wouldn't ever be coming back but she would be staying with him forever. Mr Jordan was the only reason he didn't do what he wanted.

He could see that Sam was getting angry; her facial expressions and body language were more open than a book to him.

After what seemed forever, Dylan watched the young woman hang up, sigh in relief and lean back in the chair. He didn't even wait for Sam to call him in. He flung the door open and rushed to her side.

"What happened?"

"I got sacked." She smiled.

"I thought you were going to resign."

"Well, I was but Field Marshall Bennett wouldn't let me so i called him and his regiment a few bad things."

"Bad enough to make him sack you! Sam, how could you be so stupid? He might take this to court. You know the rules. Higher ranks won't tolerate abuse."

"Oh, he won't take this to court. He told me so himself. The furthest he will go is sacking me which is what he did. I'm yours forever."

"Sam! That's brilliant! I can't believe you're actually mine again."

"Well Dr Nicholls, Dr Keogh. It probably isn't a cause to over celebrate. After all, Sam was sacked." But even Nick Jordan was smiling.

"Yes, but it's the result we wanted." Sam and Dylan say together then start laughing over their synchronised talking.

"I'll leave you two for another ten minutes then I'll phone surgery."

Dylan kneels down beside Sam and takes her face in his hands. He leans in and gives her a quick kiss on the lips.

"Oh Dylan."