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day. Shouldn’t you be at work?”
He stepped inside, pulled me into his arms, and pressed his hot lips against mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck , slipping my hands into his hair, as he lifted me off my feet. He pulled back and grinned down at me.
“Well, hello to you too.” He sat me on my feet , and I took a hold of his hand and tugged him with me. “I have something I want to show you.” I led him up the stairs and over to my painting. “Look what I’ve been doing today.”
I studied him as his mouth fell open and his eye s grew wide. “Oh, wow, June. This is great. I thought you only painted beach scenes.”
I covered my mouth and chuckled as I gazed back to the painting in awe . “Yeah, me too. I guess you inspire me.”
“Can I watch you finish?”
I shrugged. “Sure, if you want.” And that’s how we spent the rest of the afternoon…mostly.
Chapter Eighteen
June
Tuck er and I had been dating intensely for over a month and neither one of us had yet to tell the other we loved them yet. For some reason I was nervous about the idea. The only person I had ever told I loved them was Blake and look how that turned out. And yet I knew in my heart that Tucker was different. He would never hurt me like Blake did. They were completely opposite.
We were meeting at the ice cream shop for a treat and then Tucker was cooking me dinner. This was the perfect night to tell him how I felt. I was nervous but also determined. I knew he already knew that I loved him, but he deserved to hear the words. I was also prepared to not be disappointed if he didn’t say the words back to me. I knew how he felt too, but he may not be ready to tell me.
We had our ice cream cones in hand as we strolled down the city street toward Tucker’s truck. We were giggling about the brain freeze he just had as we walked.
Suddenly, I realized that he had stopped. I turned to him. “Tucker, come on.”
His expression was frozen, his eyes staring off into the distance as if he was lost in a daydream.
“Tucker? Is everything okay?” I laughed. “Okay, the joke is over.” But he didn’t move. I began to get alarmed the longer he just stood there, unmoving. What do I do? I thought. My gut told me something was terribly wrong. I took his ice cream from his hand and dropped them both into the nearby trash and took his hand and pulled. His feet stepped forward so I knew he could still walk. I then led him slowly to his truck, helped him inside, and got into the driver’s seat.
“Hang on, baby. Hang on. Everything is gonna be okay,” I repeated, as much for myself as him as I punched the gas and headed for the hospital.
* * * * * *
I helped Tucker out of the truck and guided him slowly into the hospital, yelling for help as I walked. “Someone, help me! I need some help!”
A nurse ran to me and took Tucker’s arm to help me guide him inside. “What’s the problem, ma’am?” the male nurse asked me.
“I don’t know!” I stopped then and turned to him—and then I fell to pieces. “We were walking and then he just stopped! I can’t get him to respond or anything, it’s like he’s in a trance or something!”
“Ma’am, it’s okay. We’ll take care of him. Who is his doctor?”
“Oh, uh, Doctor Dyksterhouse.”
“Great. I’ll contact him right away. In the meantime you take a seat in the waiting room over there. We’ll keep you informed.”
He gently led Tucker through the lobby and they disappeared through the doors. I paced, and paced. What could possibly cause him to do this? I wondered. I had never seen anything like it in my life.
I gasped, remembering his parents and pushed the numbers on the phone
He stepped inside, pulled me into his arms, and pressed his hot lips against mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck , slipping my hands into his hair, as he lifted me off my feet. He pulled back and grinned down at me.
“Well, hello to you too.” He sat me on my feet , and I took a hold of his hand and tugged him with me. “I have something I want to show you.” I led him up the stairs and over to my painting. “Look what I’ve been doing today.”
I studied him as his mouth fell open and his eye s grew wide. “Oh, wow, June. This is great. I thought you only painted beach scenes.”
I covered my mouth and chuckled as I gazed back to the painting in awe . “Yeah, me too. I guess you inspire me.”
“Can I watch you finish?”
I shrugged. “Sure, if you want.” And that’s how we spent the rest of the afternoon…mostly.
Chapter Eighteen
June
Tuck er and I had been dating intensely for over a month and neither one of us had yet to tell the other we loved them yet. For some reason I was nervous about the idea. The only person I had ever told I loved them was Blake and look how that turned out. And yet I knew in my heart that Tucker was different. He would never hurt me like Blake did. They were completely opposite.
We were meeting at the ice cream shop for a treat and then Tucker was cooking me dinner. This was the perfect night to tell him how I felt. I was nervous but also determined. I knew he already knew that I loved him, but he deserved to hear the words. I was also prepared to not be disappointed if he didn’t say the words back to me. I knew how he felt too, but he may not be ready to tell me.
We had our ice cream cones in hand as we strolled down the city street toward Tucker’s truck. We were giggling about the brain freeze he just had as we walked.
Suddenly, I realized that he had stopped. I turned to him. “Tucker, come on.”
His expression was frozen, his eyes staring off into the distance as if he was lost in a daydream.
“Tucker? Is everything okay?” I laughed. “Okay, the joke is over.” But he didn’t move. I began to get alarmed the longer he just stood there, unmoving. What do I do? I thought. My gut told me something was terribly wrong. I took his ice cream from his hand and dropped them both into the nearby trash and took his hand and pulled. His feet stepped forward so I knew he could still walk. I then led him slowly to his truck, helped him inside, and got into the driver’s seat.
“Hang on, baby. Hang on. Everything is gonna be okay,” I repeated, as much for myself as him as I punched the gas and headed for the hospital.
* * * * * *
I helped Tucker out of the truck and guided him slowly into the hospital, yelling for help as I walked. “Someone, help me! I need some help!”
A nurse ran to me and took Tucker’s arm to help me guide him inside. “What’s the problem, ma’am?” the male nurse asked me.
“I don’t know!” I stopped then and turned to him—and then I fell to pieces. “We were walking and then he just stopped! I can’t get him to respond or anything, it’s like he’s in a trance or something!”
“Ma’am, it’s okay. We’ll take care of him. Who is his doctor?”
“Oh, uh, Doctor Dyksterhouse.”
“Great. I’ll contact him right away. In the meantime you take a seat in the waiting room over there. We’ll keep you informed.”
He gently led Tucker through the lobby and they disappeared through the doors. I paced, and paced. What could possibly cause him to do this? I wondered. I had never seen anything like it in my life.
I gasped, remembering his parents and pushed the numbers on the phone
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