beat faster as he listened, the sensation odd after the numbness he felt over the last years. He could feel the strong chemistry between the couple as Benedict took over where Siena left off. Guy didn’t respond straight away when he’d finished, surprise leaving him momentarily speechless when offered the job. Benedict’s frown of worry soon disappeared as Guy stood and held out his hand, a smile changing his otherwise sombre face.
“I’d be delighted to accept the position,” he answered warmly.
“Welcome to Harrison’s,” said Benedict, his opaque eyes suddenly clearing as he took Guy’s hand.
“Welcome to the Braille Club,” Siena breathed happily, also shaking his hand, her grip firm as she stood next to Benedict. Guy felt something close to happiness as he looked at the couple in front of him. They would provide the perfect distraction from Anna while connecting him with a new and exciting future, a future he was looking forward to.
Chapter 10
The Braille Club, London, One Year On: The Braille Chair was central to everything, and it had also evolved. The seat was memory foam, it moulded to your frame. The upright section of the chair had been fitted with new internal pulses, as had the bottom section, complete with foot rest. They pushed out to connect intimately with shoulders, calves, and thighs. Those sensitised areas had members gasping and bells ringing.
London 2014
Siena
When Siena opened her eyes in the morning she was alone in bed and the house felt strangely quiet. She wondered whether Benedict had spoken to her parents yet. Their arrival would be a godsend. As she struggled to sit up, the pain made her grit her teeth. She glanced at her watch, shocked to see it was after 11 a.m. How could she have slept so late? Her stomach clenched as she remembered the DNA results. Did Benedict know already? Had he answered their lawyer’s call?
Still sore, she swung her legs out of bed and found her jeans, taking the crumpled paper out and slipping it inside her dressing gown pocket. She took her time as she made her way downstairs and walked into the kitchen, expecting to find Benedict and the twins there, but it was empty. Heart thumping, she called Benedict’s name as she moved through the house but there was no reply; she went back to the kitchen, looking for her cell when she saw his note.
Call me when you get up. x
She ignored the missed calls logged on her screen and dialled Benedict’s number, jumping when his phone rang in the kitchen. It was plugged into the socket above the granite worktop; he must have forgotten it this morning. Siena exhaled. Where were they? She made herself a coffee and picked up his phone. She quickly scrolled into his recent calls when the phone rang. Private caller flashed onto the screen and she let it go to the answer machine. Then her own mobile rang and again private caller flashed onto the screen. She answered it.
“Hello,” she said nervously.
“I’ve forgotten my phone,” said Benedict, his voice tense.
“Yes, it’s here. You left it charging in the kitchen. Where are the twins?”
“With Grace,” he said abruptly. “The lawyers have been in touch, they’ve told me they’re pressing for the DNA results. They think they’ve been issued. Something the defence lawyer let slip.”
Siena struggled to think, saying the first thing that came to mind. “Are the twins okay? Has Grace got everything she needs?”
“Yes, they’re fine. Did you hear what I said?”
Siena said nothing as her fingers curled around the paper in her pocket.
“Siena?” Benedict’s voice sounded strained.
“Yes?” Her voice broke.
“What’s wrong?” he asked softly.
Siena paused. The desire to share everything almost overwhelmed her, but then she thought of her children. “Nothing…just tired, worried, and sore,” she lied. The silence seemed to go on forever, like he wasn’t convinced. “Benedict,
“I’d be delighted to accept the position,” he answered warmly.
“Welcome to Harrison’s,” said Benedict, his opaque eyes suddenly clearing as he took Guy’s hand.
“Welcome to the Braille Club,” Siena breathed happily, also shaking his hand, her grip firm as she stood next to Benedict. Guy felt something close to happiness as he looked at the couple in front of him. They would provide the perfect distraction from Anna while connecting him with a new and exciting future, a future he was looking forward to.
Chapter 10
The Braille Club, London, One Year On: The Braille Chair was central to everything, and it had also evolved. The seat was memory foam, it moulded to your frame. The upright section of the chair had been fitted with new internal pulses, as had the bottom section, complete with foot rest. They pushed out to connect intimately with shoulders, calves, and thighs. Those sensitised areas had members gasping and bells ringing.
London 2014
Siena
When Siena opened her eyes in the morning she was alone in bed and the house felt strangely quiet. She wondered whether Benedict had spoken to her parents yet. Their arrival would be a godsend. As she struggled to sit up, the pain made her grit her teeth. She glanced at her watch, shocked to see it was after 11 a.m. How could she have slept so late? Her stomach clenched as she remembered the DNA results. Did Benedict know already? Had he answered their lawyer’s call?
Still sore, she swung her legs out of bed and found her jeans, taking the crumpled paper out and slipping it inside her dressing gown pocket. She took her time as she made her way downstairs and walked into the kitchen, expecting to find Benedict and the twins there, but it was empty. Heart thumping, she called Benedict’s name as she moved through the house but there was no reply; she went back to the kitchen, looking for her cell when she saw his note.
Call me when you get up. x
She ignored the missed calls logged on her screen and dialled Benedict’s number, jumping when his phone rang in the kitchen. It was plugged into the socket above the granite worktop; he must have forgotten it this morning. Siena exhaled. Where were they? She made herself a coffee and picked up his phone. She quickly scrolled into his recent calls when the phone rang. Private caller flashed onto the screen and she let it go to the answer machine. Then her own mobile rang and again private caller flashed onto the screen. She answered it.
“Hello,” she said nervously.
“I’ve forgotten my phone,” said Benedict, his voice tense.
“Yes, it’s here. You left it charging in the kitchen. Where are the twins?”
“With Grace,” he said abruptly. “The lawyers have been in touch, they’ve told me they’re pressing for the DNA results. They think they’ve been issued. Something the defence lawyer let slip.”
Siena struggled to think, saying the first thing that came to mind. “Are the twins okay? Has Grace got everything she needs?”
“Yes, they’re fine. Did you hear what I said?”
Siena said nothing as her fingers curled around the paper in her pocket.
“Siena?” Benedict’s voice sounded strained.
“Yes?” Her voice broke.
“What’s wrong?” he asked softly.
Siena paused. The desire to share everything almost overwhelmed her, but then she thought of her children. “Nothing…just tired, worried, and sore,” she lied. The silence seemed to go on forever, like he wasn’t convinced. “Benedict,
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