Page 64 of Breakaway Heart
“Oh no!”
“Oh yes!” He countered.
“Can we not just wait until I can at least walk?”
“This can’t wait, I’m afraid,” he said, grinning from behind the wheelchair he’d brought into the room.
Looking at him, I couldn’t help but feel a strange swirl of devotion. For the first time in years, I actually believed in someone to give a damn about me. While I was sitting there in one of Randy’s hockey shirts, being attended to and doted on, secretly, I was feeling special as heck. Sure, our attraction was undeniable, but it was the emotions underneath that now bubbled up and seemed as comforting as the softest of songs.
I enjoyed seeing the ripple of muscle in his arms and the feeling of weightlessness as he scooped me up with ease and carefully placed me in the chair.
“You know, you might need to help me get changed again. I’m not sure I can do it all by myself,” I teased.
His eyes sparkled at the memory of the last time I’d asked him to do that.
“Oh, and Hannah should be here with some more clothes in a minute.”
Bang on cue, Hannah pulled up outside and we watched her come up to the door with a hold-all.
“How’s the patient today? He looking after you?” She said, nodding her head toward Randy.
“He’s very attentive.”
“Oh, look! You got wheels! Where you going?”
Randy interrupted, “The more the merrier, if you got a free hour?”
“Sure do!” Hannah told him.
Randy rolled me outside, and we all got into his car, cruising down the freeway toward the edge of town, until we pulled up into a busy parking lot.
“Hmm,” Randy frowned. “Guess I’ll just wait for that guy to get out, then I’ll stick it in there. It might be a tight fit, though. Hannah, you want to watch me getting it in?”
Hannah looked at me and we burst into laughter.
“Sure, Randy, I’ll keep an eye on your rear while you put it in,” She said, and we began giggling again.
“Okay, kids. Let’s all calm down,” Randy said.
Back in my wheelchair, we went round the corner and I saw both the familiar sight of Galaxy Burgers and Frank Jackson waiting outside.
“Hi, Pa,” Randy said in greeting.
“Hi Randy. And Lucy, hope the foot’s doing better.”
“It’s getting there, Frank. This is Hannah, by the way.”
“Hi there,” Frank said, before turning to the building. “I remember this place back in the day, it was really something, wasn’t it, Randy?”
“Sure was, pop.”
Randy and Frank might not have been what you’d callokay, but they were both at least trying. It would be a long road, but the first steps were the hardest.
“So, what are we doing here, Randy?” I asked. “I’m not really in the mood for massive burgers.”
A smile spread across Randy’s face.
“Turns out not many people were in the mood for burgers around here.” He said.
