Page 23 of Love on the Line

She shrugged. “Remember, I was limping at the conference. I can do more damage to myself than you can, believe me.”

“You’re just trying to make me feel better.”

“Is it working?” She angled her head and gave him a sweet smile that slid his heart sideways.

“It depends. Is it still okay if I call you?”

“Sure. I should be safe on the phone.” She grinned, shut the door, and rolled down the window.

Wyatt laughed. “That was just mean.”

“I was kidding. But seriously, be careful on those crutches.”

He stood in the lot until she drove out of sight, half hoping she’d turn around and come back. How could he have lightning reflexes and perfect balance on the field, but not be able to put one foot in front of the other around her?

The crutches didn’t help, but that wasn’t the problem, and he knew it. She threw him off balance. This was all new territory for him. He’d never had to work so hard to get a date. When she’d agreed to go out again, he’d acted like an eager child tumbling down a flight of stairs on Christmas morning. He shook his head.

Yeah, they’d do casual. He could do casual. It’s all he’d ever done. Only, for the first time, he might want something more than casual, and he had no clue how to go about it.

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