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quickly and then… She stopped, in a daze and turned quickly to look at the hospital behind her.
Then, she realized she didn’t have the faintest idea where she was. Peering a bit closer, she made out the sign.
“Scarborough Hospital”
She turned to Jet, with unease.
“Where the hell am I Jet?”
Despite himself, Jet laughed out loud.
“Don’t worry. I can give you a lift back.” He said. “But first we have got things to discuss Rebecca.”
“We sure do, like starting with why everyone seems to think that you are my husband”
He fished the black and white scan out of his pocket.
“Like when you were going to tell me about this.”
Rebecca stopped; open mouthed, breathing like a landed fish. She thought she was going to be sick. Her brain had literally stopped functioning.
“Wh... what... is this?”
Jet looked blankly at her.
“You mean you didn’t know?”
By the time they reached the little harbor it was starting to get dark and stars glinted icily in the crisp night sky. Rebecca shivered. When Jet had said he could give her a lift, she had rather thought he meant straight from the hospital. It was starting to feel as if they were going to be walking all the way to Whitby.
“Is it much further?” She asked eventually, not wanting to sound like a moaner but wondering how much more she could actually walk, with all the things that had happened to her today.
The conference didn’t kick off for another couple of hours – this was to be an icebreaker drinks reception in the hotel lobby, a sort of warm-up event. But she still wanted time to get ready.
“Yep. Parked up right here.”
Rebecca turned around to look. There were no cars parked up anywhere in the vicinity. At least, none of the type that it looked that someone like Jet might drive.
“What. Where”
Jet smiled slowly.
“Right here honey, hop aboard.”
In front stood a large boat with the name “Luna” painted in white italics on the side.
For not the first time that day, Rebecca was struck dumb.
Once aboard, the insides did nothing to quell her surprise. The interiors were all walnut and oak. Jet motioned to her to sit down on the two-seater Chesterton.
“Is this... yours?” She asked in disbelief.
“Yeah, it’s pretty basic but it’ll get us to Whitby in time enough to have a little chat.”
Basic? From where she was seated Rebecca could see a double bedroom with a four poster bed. It was not so much a boat but a floating hotel suite. For the first time, she started to realize that Jet was wealthy, seriously wealthy.
He bounded up off from the couch to go to the helm, just ahead of her.
“The thing is. I am more than willing to take care of everything.” He said after what seemed like an age. Rebecca joined him on the deck as he steered the vessel in the dark. It was very cold by now and her clothes were still damp and on top of everything else she started to realize that she stank of the sea.
Jet extended an arm onto her shoulder and rubbed it warmly.
“Christ, you’re cold. Hold this here a sec – just keep the wheel steady” He said, bestowing the controls of the yacht to her. “Won’t be a mo.”
Within two minutes he had returned with a large fur coat. He draped it over her frozen shoulder blades. It melted her congealed blood almost straight away.
As he placed the collar on the nape of her neck, he could not resist the touch of her contours. At the very register of his fingertips, she almost leaped out of her skin, although not in a bad way. To her surprise, she found she actually wanted him to touch her, to have him on her skin. It felt warm, right.
She frowned and struggled to put her brain in charge. She couldn’t simply crumble like this. After all, wasn’t this how she had come to be in this situation already?
In her head she could hear her mother’s voice, chiding her.
Christ sakes Rebecca, you’re nearly thirty and didn’t even know that you were
Then, she realized she didn’t have the faintest idea where she was. Peering a bit closer, she made out the sign.
“Scarborough Hospital”
She turned to Jet, with unease.
“Where the hell am I Jet?”
Despite himself, Jet laughed out loud.
“Don’t worry. I can give you a lift back.” He said. “But first we have got things to discuss Rebecca.”
“We sure do, like starting with why everyone seems to think that you are my husband”
He fished the black and white scan out of his pocket.
“Like when you were going to tell me about this.”
Rebecca stopped; open mouthed, breathing like a landed fish. She thought she was going to be sick. Her brain had literally stopped functioning.
“Wh... what... is this?”
Jet looked blankly at her.
“You mean you didn’t know?”
By the time they reached the little harbor it was starting to get dark and stars glinted icily in the crisp night sky. Rebecca shivered. When Jet had said he could give her a lift, she had rather thought he meant straight from the hospital. It was starting to feel as if they were going to be walking all the way to Whitby.
“Is it much further?” She asked eventually, not wanting to sound like a moaner but wondering how much more she could actually walk, with all the things that had happened to her today.
The conference didn’t kick off for another couple of hours – this was to be an icebreaker drinks reception in the hotel lobby, a sort of warm-up event. But she still wanted time to get ready.
“Yep. Parked up right here.”
Rebecca turned around to look. There were no cars parked up anywhere in the vicinity. At least, none of the type that it looked that someone like Jet might drive.
“What. Where”
Jet smiled slowly.
“Right here honey, hop aboard.”
In front stood a large boat with the name “Luna” painted in white italics on the side.
For not the first time that day, Rebecca was struck dumb.
Once aboard, the insides did nothing to quell her surprise. The interiors were all walnut and oak. Jet motioned to her to sit down on the two-seater Chesterton.
“Is this... yours?” She asked in disbelief.
“Yeah, it’s pretty basic but it’ll get us to Whitby in time enough to have a little chat.”
Basic? From where she was seated Rebecca could see a double bedroom with a four poster bed. It was not so much a boat but a floating hotel suite. For the first time, she started to realize that Jet was wealthy, seriously wealthy.
He bounded up off from the couch to go to the helm, just ahead of her.
“The thing is. I am more than willing to take care of everything.” He said after what seemed like an age. Rebecca joined him on the deck as he steered the vessel in the dark. It was very cold by now and her clothes were still damp and on top of everything else she started to realize that she stank of the sea.
Jet extended an arm onto her shoulder and rubbed it warmly.
“Christ, you’re cold. Hold this here a sec – just keep the wheel steady” He said, bestowing the controls of the yacht to her. “Won’t be a mo.”
Within two minutes he had returned with a large fur coat. He draped it over her frozen shoulder blades. It melted her congealed blood almost straight away.
As he placed the collar on the nape of her neck, he could not resist the touch of her contours. At the very register of his fingertips, she almost leaped out of her skin, although not in a bad way. To her surprise, she found she actually wanted him to touch her, to have him on her skin. It felt warm, right.
She frowned and struggled to put her brain in charge. She couldn’t simply crumble like this. After all, wasn’t this how she had come to be in this situation already?
In her head she could hear her mother’s voice, chiding her.
Christ sakes Rebecca, you’re nearly thirty and didn’t even know that you were
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