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Rebecca moved out of Jet’s reach, pulling the coat on further in an attempt to button out the wind. On it, she could detect the faintest whiff of perfume on it. She wondered idly whose coat it was and how she would feel about another woman wearing such an obviously expensive piece.
“There is absolutely nothing to worry about at all. I can pay for everything you need.”
“Pay?” said Rebecca, in confusion.
“Totally, I take responsibility for this mess.”
They sailed on in total silence. She wasn’t sure just how long it took, but by the time the lights of Whitby bay sparkled into view, she was more than grateful to be disembarking.
As Jet moored the yacht, Rebecca began to make her excuses. Never mind the drinks party, she needed to think, alone.
“We can’t leave it too long Rebecca,” He shouted, through the spray and gentle rain that had started falling in big ice-cold droplets from the North Sea. “I’ll call you – tomorrow.”
Rebecca turned back.
“But you don’t have my new number” She nearly replied. But instead, she turned around to face him, smiling politely.
“Bye Rebecca. Have a nice night.”
If he couldn’t call her it might not be the worst thing in the world and so she walked away, waving at him with an external serenity she most certainly did not feel.
“Bye Jet”
As she wandered about Whitby harbor, stinking of seaweed and generally feeling like a piece of driftwood that had just washed up on the bay, an intense tiredness overtook her. All she wanted to do was lie down and sleep.
She didn’t though. Her feet obediently transported her to the correct destination and after a ten minute freshen up in the ladies, she managed, just about to put a comb through her turbulent curls and wash the worst excesses of the sea out of them in the hand basin.
Somehow, her body contained its intense longing for oblivion, as she stayed erect just long enough to hear her voice delivering a speech into the quest for human genetics and the containment of shifters as a species.
There were even applause and polite murmurings of approval from the audience. The deep irony of the words she was saying the actuality of the biology that was unleashing itself in her womb was not lost on her.
What would a shifter’s baby be like? Thoughts tumbled madly into her overheated brain. She certainly as hell hadn’t planned to be a test case in the cause of her own research.
“Hey that was a great speech Rebecca – I just wanted to say I’m really looking forward to working with you on this project.”
A voice dragged her from her thoughts. It was the weedy blond from the other night. She knew him about as well as she wanted to already and couldn’t say she was looking forward to their working relationship much.
“Thanks er ..Glen.”
“Duncan”
For a small fellow, he sure seemed to suddenly over occupy his place – and her personal space. She smiled and attempted to move past.
“I’d really like to talk to you a bit more about the impact that shifters have had-“
The impact that shifters have had? He could try in her womb – ha!
“Look Glen – sorry Duncan, it’s been a long day ... Maybe we could discuss this tomorrow at the conference?”
With that she was out of there, back on the sea front, with the might of the North Sea blowing against her face, keeping her, just about, awake for long enough to arrive in front of her holiday cottage door, in a state of beyond exhaustion.
From somewhere inside her handbag, her mobile phone trilled loudly. More incredulous than anything else, she answered it briskly.
“Hello?”
Jet’s voice echoed across the line oddly.
“Rebecca I’m going to pick you up at nine tomorrow, be ready.”
She couldn’t believe her ears. How the hell had he gotten her number anyway? In cold fury, she slammed the phone in her purse.
How fucking dare he!
It wasn’t even like she knew what she wanted to do yet, but either way, she was
Rebecca moved out of Jet’s reach, pulling the coat on further in an attempt to button out the wind. On it, she could detect the faintest whiff of perfume on it. She wondered idly whose coat it was and how she would feel about another woman wearing such an obviously expensive piece.
“There is absolutely nothing to worry about at all. I can pay for everything you need.”
“Pay?” said Rebecca, in confusion.
“Totally, I take responsibility for this mess.”
They sailed on in total silence. She wasn’t sure just how long it took, but by the time the lights of Whitby bay sparkled into view, she was more than grateful to be disembarking.
As Jet moored the yacht, Rebecca began to make her excuses. Never mind the drinks party, she needed to think, alone.
“We can’t leave it too long Rebecca,” He shouted, through the spray and gentle rain that had started falling in big ice-cold droplets from the North Sea. “I’ll call you – tomorrow.”
Rebecca turned back.
“But you don’t have my new number” She nearly replied. But instead, she turned around to face him, smiling politely.
“Bye Rebecca. Have a nice night.”
If he couldn’t call her it might not be the worst thing in the world and so she walked away, waving at him with an external serenity she most certainly did not feel.
“Bye Jet”
As she wandered about Whitby harbor, stinking of seaweed and generally feeling like a piece of driftwood that had just washed up on the bay, an intense tiredness overtook her. All she wanted to do was lie down and sleep.
She didn’t though. Her feet obediently transported her to the correct destination and after a ten minute freshen up in the ladies, she managed, just about to put a comb through her turbulent curls and wash the worst excesses of the sea out of them in the hand basin.
Somehow, her body contained its intense longing for oblivion, as she stayed erect just long enough to hear her voice delivering a speech into the quest for human genetics and the containment of shifters as a species.
There were even applause and polite murmurings of approval from the audience. The deep irony of the words she was saying the actuality of the biology that was unleashing itself in her womb was not lost on her.
What would a shifter’s baby be like? Thoughts tumbled madly into her overheated brain. She certainly as hell hadn’t planned to be a test case in the cause of her own research.
“Hey that was a great speech Rebecca – I just wanted to say I’m really looking forward to working with you on this project.”
A voice dragged her from her thoughts. It was the weedy blond from the other night. She knew him about as well as she wanted to already and couldn’t say she was looking forward to their working relationship much.
“Thanks er ..Glen.”
“Duncan”
For a small fellow, he sure seemed to suddenly over occupy his place – and her personal space. She smiled and attempted to move past.
“I’d really like to talk to you a bit more about the impact that shifters have had-“
The impact that shifters have had? He could try in her womb – ha!
“Look Glen – sorry Duncan, it’s been a long day ... Maybe we could discuss this tomorrow at the conference?”
With that she was out of there, back on the sea front, with the might of the North Sea blowing against her face, keeping her, just about, awake for long enough to arrive in front of her holiday cottage door, in a state of beyond exhaustion.
From somewhere inside her handbag, her mobile phone trilled loudly. More incredulous than anything else, she answered it briskly.
“Hello?”
Jet’s voice echoed across the line oddly.
“Rebecca I’m going to pick you up at nine tomorrow, be ready.”
She couldn’t believe her ears. How the hell had he gotten her number anyway? In cold fury, she slammed the phone in her purse.
How fucking dare he!
It wasn’t even like she knew what she wanted to do yet, but either way, she was
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