Incapable (Love Triumphs Book 3) by Ainslie Paton Read Free Book Online

she got back to the lounge area Lauren was gone and Damon nursed a mug in his hands. “I’m ready to start again.” He scooted forward and put his free hand on the glass-topped coffee table, then put the mug down and stood. He had a deliberate, almost mechanical way of moving. The opposite of the poetry you expected from a body like his. Was he always like this or should he lying down in a dark room with a cool towel over his head?
    None of her business. Thank God. If the man wanted to work through illness it was nothing to her, even if she’d clenched her hands to stop the desire to feel his forehead. She did not need to get involved with this. She was detached, this was just a job, she didn’t know him, and he wasn’t her responsibility.
    She opened the iso booth door for him and he went through and stood at the lectern. She went to the control room and turned the intercom on. “The printed script was more than a hundred pages. I thought this would be easier. The document is open and the print size is twenty-four. If the screensaver has gone on, the password is Password with a capital P. And I know I need to change that.”
    He frowned at the laptop, a gorgeous lightweight silver machine that came with the job. He looked up at her through the glass. “I think I need you to fix the screensaver for me.”
    She toggled off the intercom and groaned. But okay, maybe he wasn’t an Apple man, or he was too famous to type in a simple password. She toggled. “I’ll come in.” There was still no sign of Trent. She went into the booth.
    He said, “Georgia,” in the odd, questioning way that wasn’t a question.
    She moved beside him and unlocked the screen. “Now you’re ready.”
    He touched her shoulder. “Thank you. Sorry to be a pain in the arse.”
    She sent a quick smile his way, left the booth, and waited for Trent in the control room until Damon said. “Ready, set, go when you are.”
    She frowned. He must think she’d go ahead without Trent. Of course she could, but that wasn’t the plan. “Just waiting for Trent.”
    “Okay.”
    They waited. The laptop would no doubt have timed out again.
    “Georgia.”
    “Yes, Damon. I’ll come in and redo the password when Trent gets here.”
    “I’m going to need some extra help.”
    “Yes?”
    “I’m going to need you to give me the timing for the vision.”
    What did he mean? He’d be able to see the vision on the monitor. Except he couldn’t see it well before. He held on to surfaces, he didn’t make direct eye contact, and he needed twenty-four point type. He didn’t take the USB when she offered it. He had to find that table before he put the mug down. Oh my God . Damon wasn’t clumsy, he didn’t have a migraine, he wasn’t sick.
    Trent came in. He wore an expression that suggested he’d discovered the green men who worked in the bakery across the street had been systematically poisoning his daily bread. She toggled the intercom off and they stared at each other in a wild moment of mutual recognition.

5: Flying Blind
    The silence from the control booth was profound. Jesus , they didn’t know. Man, he should’ve made sure they did, but he figured Ben would’ve said something and this job was such a sleepwalk he’d never thought it’d be an issue. But something was wrong, and it wasn’t the flu and it wasn’t jet lag, or exhaustion. He’d really struggled at the gym with the new gear, and it wasn’t because the control panel was a flat surface; he’d been useless on the pool table, he’d nearly fallen off the stage, and now he couldn’t see images on a decent-sized monitor clearly enough to narrate. Sure it wasn’t the big screen he was used to, but this wasn’t a complicated narration.
    He wasn’t just exhausted. He’d lost more vision. A great deal more. And there wasn’t that much left to lose. But the shadows were filmier, the shapes less distinct and his close vision was beyond blurred.
    He dropped his face into his hands.