The Drowning Tide (Blair Dubh Trilogy #2) Read Online Free Page A

thick black cloud of despair. “That’s not fair, I haven’t touched drink or drugs in years.”
    “It doesn’t matter. Usually a criminal record isn’t enough to stop an adoption application, unless the charges are anything to do with kids, but the assault charge coupled with the years of alcohol abuse and your anger management issues would probably kill our application.”
    “You’re a police officer.”
    “Doesn’t matter.”
    “So why did you tell me we could adopt?”
    “I wanted to give you some hope. I couldn’t stand it that you looked so sad.”
    “Is this your way of getting back at me because it’s your fault I can’t get pregnant?”
    “I thought you said it wasn’t anyone’s fault?”
    “Maybe I was lying as well to make you feel better. Not nice is it Craig?”
    She shot to her feet and went to stand by the window, the injustice of it making her burn. Her anger issues had practically resolved themselves since Father Logan had legally been recognised as her mother’s murderer. Now they returned with a vengeance. They’d paid their dues, they’d suffered. This was supposed to be their time to be happy.
    He came up behind her, slid his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder. “Sorry.”
    “So am I,” she replied flatly.
    “We shouldn’t have a go at each other.”
    Freya sighed and turned in his arms to face him. “You’re right.”
    “I didn’t mean to sound so harsh, I just thought it best you knew the truth.”
    “I certainly know it now,” she muttered to the floor.
    “I didn’t realise how much you’d been relying on adoption.”
    She nodded, tears standing out in her eyes. “And because of my weakness and stupidity we won’t get a baby.”
    “Don’t think like that. You heard what the doctor said, I might still get you pregnant yet so brace yourself.”
    She smiled, a twinkle in her eye. “You daftie.”
    “You love my daftness.”
    “I do, I really do,” she smiled, snaking her arms around his neck.
    As they kissed she was a little startled to find herself being pushed backwards onto the couch, his fingers scrabbling at the zip of her jeans. She reasoned his masculinity had been thrown into doubt and now he needed to prove himself.
    For the last few months every time they’d had sex Freya hadn’t been able to enjoy it like she used to because of the pressure to get pregnant. Now she could just let go and enjoy the feel of her husband inside her. Unfortunately Craig couldn’t do the same and while she came under him like a freight train, he was left behind.
    When it was over he sat up, fastened his trousers then buried his face in his hands. “Jesus, I’m bloody impotent now.”
    “Don’t be ridiculous, you gave me an amazing orgasm. Your confidence has just taken a knock, that’s all. You need to get it back.”
    “I don’t have time for that now, I’ve got to go to work,” he said, getting up off the couch and walking into the bedroom.
    She followed him in. “Please don’t be upset Craig, its been a hard day. You’ll feel better in the morning.”
    “Maybe,” he sullenly replied, pulling off his clothes and changing into a fresh shirt and black trousers.
    “Please don’t go like this.”
    “I’m not mad at you, I’m mad with myself. Everything was perfect and I ruined it.”
    “You’ve not ruined anything. We’re still happy, aren’t we?”
    His hard expression melted. “Course we are.”
    “And we always will be. Even if we don’t have a baby we have each other.”
    He took her face in both hands and planted a kiss on her lips. “Yes we will. It just would have been nice to have a wean running about the place.”
    “We still might. Don’t give up yet.”
    “I won’t. Sorry for being a miserable bastard.”
    “It’s okay. You’d better get going before you’re late.”
    Craig kept up his cheerful front until he’d climbed into his car, then he let the misery overtake him. It had been so much easier when