goddamn long cane to do more than find doorways, assist with heights and drops, and warn people to watch out for him. Using a long cane would be an adjustment. There were going to be lots of fricking adjustments.
“Make a proper appointment. Just because you’re a long-term patient doesn’t mean you can barge in here any time you like.”
He aped surprise. “It doesn’t?”
“I’m charging you for this consultation. Reception will call you a cab.”
“You’re a doll, Lina, and the world is a better place with you in it.” He did that as George Clooney, her favourite movie star, and hoped she blushed.
He got the cab to take him to Moon Blink. He’d hang out with Angus, blow off the day and worry about it all tomorrow. Monday nights were slow at the bar, they could shoot the shit, and he wouldn’t need to feel the crush of his own personal eclipse so acutely. He could stare in the face of darkness and give denial another flat-out run.
Angus had a coffee poured before he’d warmed a stool. “How was work?” He was fossicking around the bar, facing away.
Damon took a sip, warm like Georgia’s fingertips, crisp like her scent, a touch bitter like her lack of interest. He should tell Angus about his vision. He owed it to him. But denial was kicking up its heels in warm sand with a sea breeze at its back.
He put the glass down and cleared his throat. “I met a woman today. I want to see her again.”
6: Disturbed
Not in the shelf life of canned beans did Georgia think she’d ever come face to face with Damon Donovan again. And now he was sitting in Avocado’s reception, joking with Lauren while he waited for her to pull her big girl pants on and get over herself.
Trent could have done this job, or Naveen, or Franca, but not only had Captain Vox agreed to voice a new navigation application for Avocado’s biggest client, he’d requested Georgia as his engineer.
There had to be hundreds of voices that would be appropriate for scripting the tourism nav app, thousands, and why a male voice not a female one, so why Damon Donovan? And why would he want to do this job anyway? He could be in LA or New York or Tokyo doing something much more interesting than narrating travel adventure software.
Surely there was a cartoon character going begging for a distinguishing voice or a documentary that needed a commentary. Why did he have to be here, booked to work in Studio B for the next six days?
On top of all that, he was a player who took advantage of his disability to make a move on her while she was trying to help him out. She didn’t want any further contact with him because he was going to wreck her fragile new-found peace. If she’d had time up her sleeve she’d have faked being sick to get out of doing this.
She was so unbalanced about him she was ashamed, but he pushed every single one of her hot buttons, activated all of her primary carer instincts and triggered that panicked feeling of being closed in she thought she’d left behind. And she couldn’t allow that to happen again, so soon, so never.
Damon and Lauren were trading favourite lines from movies. He didn’t know she was standing there and a house could’ve fallen on her and Lauren wouldn’t have noticed.
If she closed her eyes she could remember what it felt like to have him touch her hair, just that quick brush of his palm. More curious, more affectionate than anything that’d happened to her in a long time.
Georgia didn’t want anything to do with Damon, but she wanted him to wrap one of her curls around his finger and not let go, she wanted him to kiss her again, but on the mouth, and that made her feel tense and stomach sick.
She was so starved for affection she was ready to fall in lust with the first person who took an interest in her, even when that person was the worst possible idea.
She was never going to get through this without setting some rules. He wasn’t to touch her again and she certainly wouldn’t be touching
“Make a proper appointment. Just because you’re a long-term patient doesn’t mean you can barge in here any time you like.”
He aped surprise. “It doesn’t?”
“I’m charging you for this consultation. Reception will call you a cab.”
“You’re a doll, Lina, and the world is a better place with you in it.” He did that as George Clooney, her favourite movie star, and hoped she blushed.
He got the cab to take him to Moon Blink. He’d hang out with Angus, blow off the day and worry about it all tomorrow. Monday nights were slow at the bar, they could shoot the shit, and he wouldn’t need to feel the crush of his own personal eclipse so acutely. He could stare in the face of darkness and give denial another flat-out run.
Angus had a coffee poured before he’d warmed a stool. “How was work?” He was fossicking around the bar, facing away.
Damon took a sip, warm like Georgia’s fingertips, crisp like her scent, a touch bitter like her lack of interest. He should tell Angus about his vision. He owed it to him. But denial was kicking up its heels in warm sand with a sea breeze at its back.
He put the glass down and cleared his throat. “I met a woman today. I want to see her again.”
6: Disturbed
Not in the shelf life of canned beans did Georgia think she’d ever come face to face with Damon Donovan again. And now he was sitting in Avocado’s reception, joking with Lauren while he waited for her to pull her big girl pants on and get over herself.
Trent could have done this job, or Naveen, or Franca, but not only had Captain Vox agreed to voice a new navigation application for Avocado’s biggest client, he’d requested Georgia as his engineer.
There had to be hundreds of voices that would be appropriate for scripting the tourism nav app, thousands, and why a male voice not a female one, so why Damon Donovan? And why would he want to do this job anyway? He could be in LA or New York or Tokyo doing something much more interesting than narrating travel adventure software.
Surely there was a cartoon character going begging for a distinguishing voice or a documentary that needed a commentary. Why did he have to be here, booked to work in Studio B for the next six days?
On top of all that, he was a player who took advantage of his disability to make a move on her while she was trying to help him out. She didn’t want any further contact with him because he was going to wreck her fragile new-found peace. If she’d had time up her sleeve she’d have faked being sick to get out of doing this.
She was so unbalanced about him she was ashamed, but he pushed every single one of her hot buttons, activated all of her primary carer instincts and triggered that panicked feeling of being closed in she thought she’d left behind. And she couldn’t allow that to happen again, so soon, so never.
Damon and Lauren were trading favourite lines from movies. He didn’t know she was standing there and a house could’ve fallen on her and Lauren wouldn’t have noticed.
If she closed her eyes she could remember what it felt like to have him touch her hair, just that quick brush of his palm. More curious, more affectionate than anything that’d happened to her in a long time.
Georgia didn’t want anything to do with Damon, but she wanted him to wrap one of her curls around his finger and not let go, she wanted him to kiss her again, but on the mouth, and that made her feel tense and stomach sick.
She was so starved for affection she was ready to fall in lust with the first person who took an interest in her, even when that person was the worst possible idea.
She was never going to get through this without setting some rules. He wasn’t to touch her again and she certainly wouldn’t be touching
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