The Next Sin by Georgia Cates

Author:Georgia Cates [Cates, Georgia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Adult, Romance
ISBN: 9781634523776
Publisher: Georgia Cates Books
Published: 2015-02-07T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Sinclair Breckenridge

Bleu’s never been to London. In fact, she’s pretty much never been anywhere so I thought she’d be excited to see the sights. Although her camera is hanging around her neck, she hasn’t taken a single picture. She’s too absorbed by what I can only assume is an internal battle—probably the same one I’m struggling with. I know because she’s paying far more attention to the infants and children we pass than any of the iconic places we’re visiting.

We browse the gift shop at The Tower of London after finishing our tour. We make the circle and end up in the children’s section. She picks up a royal guardsman teddy bear from the shelf. “He’s cute.”

I disagree.

I’m Scottish, so for me, it’s a symbol of oppression. Our conflicts with England are centuries’ old and still run deep. I’ll never be a fan of anything representing the English. I avoid this place. I wouldn’t be here now if the Assisted Reproduction Centre didn’t have the highest successful pregnancy rates in IVF.

Bleu wasn’t reared here. She doesn’t understand how many Scots feel toward our southern neighbors. But she’ll come to know since she’s going to spend the rest of her life in Scotland.

She studies the toy another moment before returning it to the shelf. She almost looks regretful about it. “Do you want the bear?”

“No.” She shrugs. “I don’t know. Maybe.”

“I’ll buy you any Scottish bear you want, but not an English one.”

“You look angry.”

“No worries. It’s nothing to do with you.”

I attempt to distract Bleu—and myself—with sightseeing. It’s a long day by the time we return to the hotel. My leg feels the miles by the time we return so once we’re back in our suite, I remove my prosthesis. “Fuck, I’m sore from all the walking we did today.”

“You should’ve told me. We didn’t have to stay out all day.”

It wasn’t a problem earlier. In fact, I didn’t notice the discomfort until an hour ago. “It was fine all day. The walk back was when it started giving me trouble.”

I pushed myself too far in an attempt to keep Bleu’s mind off the baby stuff. And mine. Mission not accomplished.

She plops on the floor in front of me and reaches for my leg. “Here. I’m going to rub it for you.”

I don’t want her doing that. “No.”

“If my feet hurt, you’d rub them for me. In fact, you’ve done it for me before—more than once if I recall correctly.”

“Aye, but this is different.”

“You have pain in your lower extremity and I want to make it better for you. It’s no different than what you do for me.”

But it is. She just can’t see that. “It’s my stump. Not my foot.”

“True. It’s not your foot because you only have one and it’s on your other leg. Stop being stupid and let me massage it for you.”

She’s determined to make me feel better as she rubs her hands over the end of my amputated leg. “Better?”

I don’t want to hurt

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