Catch My Fall
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Georgia stopped on the sidewalk, her bare legs cold against the Scottish winter. She paused. “Really?”
“You alright?”
Sam had a deep, almost husky voice – a voice that many men likened to Jessica Rabbit when she answered the phone. Georgia was once jealous of it. The message it carried now made it almost unnerving to hear.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good. In one of the most beautiful cities in the world. I should be good.”
“Didn’t you hate Edinburgh when we were kids?”
Georgia shook her head. “No, I hated you. Edinburgh had nothing to do with it.”
“Truth. Just don’t get in trouble with the police this time, yeah?”
Georgia stopped, rolling her eyes. “Seriously? God, you sound like Dad.”
Sam chuckled. “Just sayin. Well, if you need anything, let me know. Cassie says she’ll come grab the key from me tomorrow.”
“Great. That sounds great.”
Samantha went quiet a moment. “Sure you’re alright, G?”
Georgia was walking so slowly, she barely moved down the curving slope. She was lost in the realization of what this phone call meant.
Her lease was up. Her one bedroom apartment was empty. All her things were in storage.
She was homeless.
“Yes. Just had a bit of an existential moment.”
“I’m sure. Well, look on the bright side – meet your Scottish soul mate and you don’t have to come home anytime soon.”
Georgia chuckled. “I think I’ve had enough of guys who wear kilts.”
“No. That asshole shouldn’t count. Was about as Scottish as my left ass cheek.”
“Which is actually French Canadian, if I remember correctly.”
“Mais oui,” Sam said without skipping a beat.
Georgia smiled, pulling her collar up around her jaw as she spotted the line of taxis down by the train station. Though her hotel was only another half mile away, the cold was creepy into her bones. Or perhaps that was this sudden overwhelming sense of doom.
“You’re alright, G. You’ve got money. You can find something in no time when you get back.”
Georgia quickened her pace, heading for the taxis. “Yeah, if my royalty check ever comes.”
“Hey, I said it, so it must be true.”
“That actually made me feel a little better.”
“Yeah? How bout this? I hereby command that Georgia Kilduff meet her Scottish soul mate, shag his ever lovin brains out, and live happily ever after.”
“Well shit.”
“Now go have a pint. Speak to some Scots. They always loved you.”
Georgia rushed past the last pub as though she might catch something if she hovered too long. “Will do. You have a good night.”
With that, Georgia pocketed her phone and rushed down to the first taxi in the line. Despite shutting herself into the warmth of the idling car, still she felt cold.