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it back until I'm done. He looks at you with pity. That drives me nuts!"
"Don't worry about it so much. I get that a lot."
"Becca, you shouldn't!" Hunter knew he should calm down and not get so irritated.
"It's the way of the world. It doesn't bother me anymore. Really, you don't have to be so bothered about it. Used to be worse when I was still in the wheelchair."
Hunter wanted to kiss her. She was too kind! Then it dawned on him what he'd just wanted.
Kiss her?
He couldn't shake his feelings four years ago, and they sure hadn't faded seeing her this year.
He waited for her to settle comfortably on the couch before he made his way back to the room in search of dry clothes for himself. He found a pair of men's shorts that just might fit him. He closed himself in the bathroom and changed. Becca's clothes were draped over the shower curtain, so Hunter laid his out on the tub itself.
Shane hadn't come back yet, so Hunter opened up the fridge and scoped it out. Sure enough, it was empty. He grabbed the stuff from the cooler and placed them in the fridge instead. He pulled out two bottles of water and headed for the living room. "Here, brought this for you."
Becca moved her legs and sat up so Hunter could sit. She uncapped the bottle and pressed it to her lips. After drinking a quarter of it, she set the bottle down and signed a thank you to him.
"You're welcome." Hunter shot her a smile before chugging the contents of his own bottle. Oh, that felt good to have something cool run down his throat. He couldn't wait for Shane to come back with some hot food. He was starving. On cue, his stomach growled. "I think my stomach is competing with the thunder," he quipped.
Becca's lips turned up in a grin before a sound escaped from them. She covered her mouth with her hand.
"Ooh, did you just snort laugh?" Hunter chuckled.
"Stop it!" Her face turned red and she swatted a hand at him. He ducked his head away from her, still smiling.
Thunder rumbled outside just as the front door opened. Shane stepped in, a bag in one hand and an umbrella in the other. He set the bag down on the floor and closed the umbrella. Hunter shot to his feet to help.
"Whatever you have in there smells really good!" he said cheerfully.
For the first time since meeting less than an hour ago, Shane smiled. "My wife is a fine cook. I told her about you. She's curious, so don't be surprised if she comes rushing by later to introduce herself. She's a little on the nosy side, so she might ask plenty of questions." Shane placed the umbrella on the porch before closing the door. He handed the bag of food and drinks to Hunter. "I also brought some pain medication in case you need it."
"Thank you. I was actually going to ask about that." Hunter smiled gratefully. Becca would probably need something for the pain and swelling she had in her knees.
"You don't have a concussion, do ya?"
"I don't think so," Hunter replied. He moved to put the bag on the table. "Just a big bloody mess."
"If you follow the trail a little north, you'll see a cabin like this one with a white fence around it and plenty of Pink flamingos in the yard. That's our summer place. My wife has a fetish with them, so I couldn't tell her no. You two take care. If I don't see you before the morning for whatever reason, sleep well. I'll check back with you when I can."
"Again, we appreciate this. It's been a pretty crazy day." Understatement for sure.
Shane nodded. "I'm sure. The storm took us all by surprise. It had been so nice up until then."
"Exactly." So why did he beat himself up so bad over not noticing? Weather was one of the important factors to pay attention to when flying. He'd always prided himself with staying in tune to the weather. Today, he hadn't been in tune with it at all.
"All right. I'm going to get on home now." He cast one more glance at the both of them before taking off again.
Hunter searched the cabinets for plates. The aroma from the bag attacked his nose. His mouth
"Don't worry about it so much. I get that a lot."
"Becca, you shouldn't!" Hunter knew he should calm down and not get so irritated.
"It's the way of the world. It doesn't bother me anymore. Really, you don't have to be so bothered about it. Used to be worse when I was still in the wheelchair."
Hunter wanted to kiss her. She was too kind! Then it dawned on him what he'd just wanted.
Kiss her?
He couldn't shake his feelings four years ago, and they sure hadn't faded seeing her this year.
He waited for her to settle comfortably on the couch before he made his way back to the room in search of dry clothes for himself. He found a pair of men's shorts that just might fit him. He closed himself in the bathroom and changed. Becca's clothes were draped over the shower curtain, so Hunter laid his out on the tub itself.
Shane hadn't come back yet, so Hunter opened up the fridge and scoped it out. Sure enough, it was empty. He grabbed the stuff from the cooler and placed them in the fridge instead. He pulled out two bottles of water and headed for the living room. "Here, brought this for you."
Becca moved her legs and sat up so Hunter could sit. She uncapped the bottle and pressed it to her lips. After drinking a quarter of it, she set the bottle down and signed a thank you to him.
"You're welcome." Hunter shot her a smile before chugging the contents of his own bottle. Oh, that felt good to have something cool run down his throat. He couldn't wait for Shane to come back with some hot food. He was starving. On cue, his stomach growled. "I think my stomach is competing with the thunder," he quipped.
Becca's lips turned up in a grin before a sound escaped from them. She covered her mouth with her hand.
"Ooh, did you just snort laugh?" Hunter chuckled.
"Stop it!" Her face turned red and she swatted a hand at him. He ducked his head away from her, still smiling.
Thunder rumbled outside just as the front door opened. Shane stepped in, a bag in one hand and an umbrella in the other. He set the bag down on the floor and closed the umbrella. Hunter shot to his feet to help.
"Whatever you have in there smells really good!" he said cheerfully.
For the first time since meeting less than an hour ago, Shane smiled. "My wife is a fine cook. I told her about you. She's curious, so don't be surprised if she comes rushing by later to introduce herself. She's a little on the nosy side, so she might ask plenty of questions." Shane placed the umbrella on the porch before closing the door. He handed the bag of food and drinks to Hunter. "I also brought some pain medication in case you need it."
"Thank you. I was actually going to ask about that." Hunter smiled gratefully. Becca would probably need something for the pain and swelling she had in her knees.
"You don't have a concussion, do ya?"
"I don't think so," Hunter replied. He moved to put the bag on the table. "Just a big bloody mess."
"If you follow the trail a little north, you'll see a cabin like this one with a white fence around it and plenty of Pink flamingos in the yard. That's our summer place. My wife has a fetish with them, so I couldn't tell her no. You two take care. If I don't see you before the morning for whatever reason, sleep well. I'll check back with you when I can."
"Again, we appreciate this. It's been a pretty crazy day." Understatement for sure.
Shane nodded. "I'm sure. The storm took us all by surprise. It had been so nice up until then."
"Exactly." So why did he beat himself up so bad over not noticing? Weather was one of the important factors to pay attention to when flying. He'd always prided himself with staying in tune to the weather. Today, he hadn't been in tune with it at all.
"All right. I'm going to get on home now." He cast one more glance at the both of them before taking off again.
Hunter searched the cabinets for plates. The aroma from the bag attacked his nose. His mouth
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