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Authors: Becky McGraw
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temper.
She definitely felt sorry for him, that is why she was acting so out of character from what he knew of her, and that is why she'd kissed him. The thought made the food he had ingested dance around in his stomach. He felt even more of a pathetic loser than he had before.
Well, if that was her angle, he was going to set her straight real quick. He didn't want or need her help or her pity. If it took all night for her to get home, another thought that made him feel a little sick, Ethan was going to be out at that bunkhouse waiting to tell her that.
" I'm not doing equine therapy, I'll just stick with the weight program," Ethan told Terri gruffly then started eating again, although the food tasted like sawdust in his mouth.
"But Ethan --" Terri started and he held up his hand to stop her.
"I don't ride and I have enough on my plate trying to learn to walk ," he told her grinding his teeth. "I don't want her help."
Terri huffed out a breath then told him, " Ethan she's not out on that kind of date with Wes--"
" Just leave it!" Ethan grated then wiped his mouth then threw his napkin on his plate. "I'm a big boy, Terri, stop treating me like a child and planning out my life for me."
"Stop acting like one," she volleyed and Ethan's heart squeezed. "Just because you kissed her doesn't mean you own her, " Terri told him and folded her arms over her chest.
He'd done a helluva lot more than kiss Roxanne at Terri's wedding, but his sister didn't know th at, and he wasn't telling her. Now he was nothing more than a sympathy fuck.
E mbarrassment flowed through him and he threw his fork down on the plate with a loud clatter, wiped his mouth and angrily tossed his napkin on top of it. Shoving back from the table, he rolled out of the room and to the front door. His eyes tracked to the corner by the front door where he'd put the walker Terri had given him. Grabbing it, Ethan balanced it on his lap, then jerked open the door and wheeled outside.
Ethan hadn't used the walker yet, but he was damned tired of being restricted by the confining wheelchair. It had been over three months since his accident, he figured now was as good a time as any to see if he was recovered enough to use it.
He wanted to be standing when he confronted Roxanne.
It was tough going, but he managed to muscle the cha ir over the uneven ground to the golf cart at the back of the house. He threw the walker into the back of the cart and locked the brakes on the wheelchair then hefted himself into the driver's seat.
Since his legs didn't work, not well at least, the best he could hope for was to put his foot on the pedal to get the thing moving. Stopping was going to be the trick. If he moved his foot off the gas far enough in advance, he figured he could coast to a stop.
At least he hoped he could.
Getting away from his sister and out of the house was the goal. He didn't care where he wound up. Being stuck in there with only brief trips between the house and the gym was driving him crazy. Ethan was used to wide open spaces, and he was finally able to breathe when he started across the yard toward the barn.
Full and bright, the moon lit the path as he guided the cart as carefully as he could across the potholed ground. With each jostle of the cart, his butt bounced on the seat and several times his foot came off of the gas pedal. Pain shot up his back and down his legs, but he ignored it. He was determined to get to the bunkhouse to wait for Roxanne to get back home.
As he near ed the bunkhouse, one end of the porch was dark due to a burned out bulb, but the other was lit in an eerie yellow glow. Something moved at the far end of the porch. Squinting he saw a blonde woman sitting in a rocker on the porch. The chair was moving in short agitated strokes and she had her arms crossed over her chest.
F or a minute he thought it was Rocky, but as he drew closer, he saw she was wearing a short,
She definitely felt sorry for him, that is why she was acting so out of character from what he knew of her, and that is why she'd kissed him. The thought made the food he had ingested dance around in his stomach. He felt even more of a pathetic loser than he had before.
Well, if that was her angle, he was going to set her straight real quick. He didn't want or need her help or her pity. If it took all night for her to get home, another thought that made him feel a little sick, Ethan was going to be out at that bunkhouse waiting to tell her that.
" I'm not doing equine therapy, I'll just stick with the weight program," Ethan told Terri gruffly then started eating again, although the food tasted like sawdust in his mouth.
"But Ethan --" Terri started and he held up his hand to stop her.
"I don't ride and I have enough on my plate trying to learn to walk ," he told her grinding his teeth. "I don't want her help."
Terri huffed out a breath then told him, " Ethan she's not out on that kind of date with Wes--"
" Just leave it!" Ethan grated then wiped his mouth then threw his napkin on his plate. "I'm a big boy, Terri, stop treating me like a child and planning out my life for me."
"Stop acting like one," she volleyed and Ethan's heart squeezed. "Just because you kissed her doesn't mean you own her, " Terri told him and folded her arms over her chest.
He'd done a helluva lot more than kiss Roxanne at Terri's wedding, but his sister didn't know th at, and he wasn't telling her. Now he was nothing more than a sympathy fuck.
E mbarrassment flowed through him and he threw his fork down on the plate with a loud clatter, wiped his mouth and angrily tossed his napkin on top of it. Shoving back from the table, he rolled out of the room and to the front door. His eyes tracked to the corner by the front door where he'd put the walker Terri had given him. Grabbing it, Ethan balanced it on his lap, then jerked open the door and wheeled outside.
Ethan hadn't used the walker yet, but he was damned tired of being restricted by the confining wheelchair. It had been over three months since his accident, he figured now was as good a time as any to see if he was recovered enough to use it.
He wanted to be standing when he confronted Roxanne.
It was tough going, but he managed to muscle the cha ir over the uneven ground to the golf cart at the back of the house. He threw the walker into the back of the cart and locked the brakes on the wheelchair then hefted himself into the driver's seat.
Since his legs didn't work, not well at least, the best he could hope for was to put his foot on the pedal to get the thing moving. Stopping was going to be the trick. If he moved his foot off the gas far enough in advance, he figured he could coast to a stop.
At least he hoped he could.
Getting away from his sister and out of the house was the goal. He didn't care where he wound up. Being stuck in there with only brief trips between the house and the gym was driving him crazy. Ethan was used to wide open spaces, and he was finally able to breathe when he started across the yard toward the barn.
Full and bright, the moon lit the path as he guided the cart as carefully as he could across the potholed ground. With each jostle of the cart, his butt bounced on the seat and several times his foot came off of the gas pedal. Pain shot up his back and down his legs, but he ignored it. He was determined to get to the bunkhouse to wait for Roxanne to get back home.
As he near ed the bunkhouse, one end of the porch was dark due to a burned out bulb, but the other was lit in an eerie yellow glow. Something moved at the far end of the porch. Squinting he saw a blonde woman sitting in a rocker on the porch. The chair was moving in short agitated strokes and she had her arms crossed over her chest.
F or a minute he thought it was Rocky, but as he drew closer, he saw she was wearing a short,
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