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really—that I’ll get back mobility in my
legs, but…”
Now it was Kate’s turn to touch him. She
brushed her fingertips across the back of his hand. “But we both
know that God works miracles sometimes.”
###
Kate couldn’t stop laughing as Brody regaled
her with stories of disasters he’d had during his travels. She
stretched her feet out in the hot tub—he’d talked her into sticking
their feet in after dessert—and leaned back on her palms, more
relaxed than she’d been in a long time.
She was enormously happy she’d decided to
come tonight.
“I’m glad you came tonight,” Brody said,
bumping her shoulder with his, and she laughed again.
“I was thinking the same thing.”
“Yeah?”
He turned toward her and suddenly they were
face-to-face—close enough that she could see the lighter flecks in
his ebony eyes.
Her breath lodged in her chest. Was he going
to kiss her?
He didn’t. Instead, he leaned his forehead
against hers, and the moment was almost more intimate than a kiss
would have been.
“We should try an outing for our next date,”
Brody said, holding her gaze.
Kate allowed her eyebrows to raise. “You’re
sure there will be a second date?”
“I’m hopeful.”
And she could see it in his eyes.
She was still fearful that he would find out
about her past and decide she was too far outside his social class
to continue a relationship. But he’d taken the chance asking her
for dinner… Maybe she should take a chance too.
“Listen, my friend is having a party at,” he
named one of the nearby beaches, “on Valentine’s Day. Would you
come with me?”
Kate leaned her head to one side. “My mom
cooks a fabulous pot roast, and she’s planning on making lunch on
Sunday. Would you like to come to lunch and meet her and my
brother?”
Does Kate agree to meet Brody at the beach
party? GO TO PART
TEN
Does Brody agree to join Kate’s family for
lunch? GO TO PART
NINE
PART
SEVEN
Four days to Valentine’s Day.
A truck door slammed and Brody looked up from
his computer. A glance out the office window showed Kate’s truck in
his driveway. Was it that time already?
Brody wiped his suddenly sweaty hands on his
gym shorts and grimaced at the paint-splattered t-shirt he wore. It
was a favorite, soft and worn in, but… He’d meant to change before
Kate’s pool-cleaning appointment this afternoon but been caught up
in a first draft of his new book.
It was no wonder she’d declined his
invitation to dinner last week. He knew there were several times
she’d seen him at his worst, right after the accident. He absently
rubbed the ugly scars that showed on his right knee, a reminder of
how broken he’d been. Including his attitude.
She probably felt sorry for him.
Ouch.
Nothing for it, but to go back to being pals,
no matter how much it galled him.
He wheeled into the kitchen and fixed a
couple of tall glasses of lemonade, then loaded them into the
makeshift cup-holder he used. He attached it to the arm of his
wheelchair and forced himself to join Kate by the pool.
“Hey,” he greeted, placing the glasses on the
glass-topped patio table. “Fixed you a drink if you can spare a few
minutes.”
“Oh. Thanks.”
Yeah, she sounded real enthused about it. She
barely looked up from where she was adding chlorine tablets to a
little container that he knew she would put in the pool.
Instead of waiting for her excuse as to why
she couldn’t stay, Brody plunged ahead with the apology he’d
planned.
“Listen, I’m sorry if I made you
uncomfortable the other day…”
He swallowed past the lump of embarrassment
in his throat and tried to remind himself that he was no less of a
man just because all his limbs didn’t work correctly.
“…When I asked you out. That wasn’t my
intention. I just… really like you and—”
Okay, he hadn’t meant to blurt that out. He
rushed on.
“I know I’m not… not exactly a prize catch
with these two chunks of
legs, but…”
Now it was Kate’s turn to touch him. She
brushed her fingertips across the back of his hand. “But we both
know that God works miracles sometimes.”
###
Kate couldn’t stop laughing as Brody regaled
her with stories of disasters he’d had during his travels. She
stretched her feet out in the hot tub—he’d talked her into sticking
their feet in after dessert—and leaned back on her palms, more
relaxed than she’d been in a long time.
She was enormously happy she’d decided to
come tonight.
“I’m glad you came tonight,” Brody said,
bumping her shoulder with his, and she laughed again.
“I was thinking the same thing.”
“Yeah?”
He turned toward her and suddenly they were
face-to-face—close enough that she could see the lighter flecks in
his ebony eyes.
Her breath lodged in her chest. Was he going
to kiss her?
He didn’t. Instead, he leaned his forehead
against hers, and the moment was almost more intimate than a kiss
would have been.
“We should try an outing for our next date,”
Brody said, holding her gaze.
Kate allowed her eyebrows to raise. “You’re
sure there will be a second date?”
“I’m hopeful.”
And she could see it in his eyes.
She was still fearful that he would find out
about her past and decide she was too far outside his social class
to continue a relationship. But he’d taken the chance asking her
for dinner… Maybe she should take a chance too.
“Listen, my friend is having a party at,” he
named one of the nearby beaches, “on Valentine’s Day. Would you
come with me?”
Kate leaned her head to one side. “My mom
cooks a fabulous pot roast, and she’s planning on making lunch on
Sunday. Would you like to come to lunch and meet her and my
brother?”
Does Kate agree to meet Brody at the beach
party? GO TO PART
TEN
Does Brody agree to join Kate’s family for
lunch? GO TO PART
NINE
PART
SEVEN
Four days to Valentine’s Day.
A truck door slammed and Brody looked up from
his computer. A glance out the office window showed Kate’s truck in
his driveway. Was it that time already?
Brody wiped his suddenly sweaty hands on his
gym shorts and grimaced at the paint-splattered t-shirt he wore. It
was a favorite, soft and worn in, but… He’d meant to change before
Kate’s pool-cleaning appointment this afternoon but been caught up
in a first draft of his new book.
It was no wonder she’d declined his
invitation to dinner last week. He knew there were several times
she’d seen him at his worst, right after the accident. He absently
rubbed the ugly scars that showed on his right knee, a reminder of
how broken he’d been. Including his attitude.
She probably felt sorry for him.
Ouch.
Nothing for it, but to go back to being pals,
no matter how much it galled him.
He wheeled into the kitchen and fixed a
couple of tall glasses of lemonade, then loaded them into the
makeshift cup-holder he used. He attached it to the arm of his
wheelchair and forced himself to join Kate by the pool.
“Hey,” he greeted, placing the glasses on the
glass-topped patio table. “Fixed you a drink if you can spare a few
minutes.”
“Oh. Thanks.”
Yeah, she sounded real enthused about it. She
barely looked up from where she was adding chlorine tablets to a
little container that he knew she would put in the pool.
Instead of waiting for her excuse as to why
she couldn’t stay, Brody plunged ahead with the apology he’d
planned.
“Listen, I’m sorry if I made you
uncomfortable the other day…”
He swallowed past the lump of embarrassment
in his throat and tried to remind himself that he was no less of a
man just because all his limbs didn’t work correctly.
“…When I asked you out. That wasn’t my
intention. I just… really like you and—”
Okay, he hadn’t meant to blurt that out. He
rushed on.
“I know I’m not… not exactly a prize catch
with these two chunks of
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