Healing Our Hearts by Grace Roberts

Author:Grace Roberts [Roberts, Grace]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2013-07-22T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 25

Kathleen

March 21

We went back to the hotel, and Colin said he’d come and pick me up later. I was glad that, once again, he understood I needed space. When I’d come out of Dr. Pearson’s office I really felt like I was going to start crying in front of everyone, but then Chris had come up with the birthday dinner idea and I’d thought it was what I really needed.

Spending a couple of hours with Colin’s friends would help me forget my talk with the doctor, if only temporarily. Besides, Colin deserved to have some fun, at least on his birthday. After organizing such a great St. Patrick’s Day surprise for me this was the least I could do in return. I didn’t want him to spend the night of his birthday handing me tissues and watching me cry my eyes out.

I had a warm shower, washed my hair and spread lotion all over my body. I liked this room; the fact it was designed especially for someone in a wheelchair made everything easier. It almost made me feel I could live a normal life.

I looked at myself in the mirror and decided the occasion required a little make-up. I hadn’t bothered wearing any before, but for the first time since the accident I felt a little vain. I wanted to look my best for Colin’s special dinner.

I allowed myself an extra spray of my favorite perfume, and when I finally left the bathroom and hoisted myself back onto the bed, I was feeling quite satisfied with the overall result. I felt like a woman again, and wondered if Colin would notice the change.

A light knock on the door signaled his presence, and I asked him to let himself in using his key, the one he’d asked for after the fire, just like he’d said he would.

He walked in and when his gaze settled on me, his mouth dropped open. I hoped the shocked expression on his face meant he liked it.

“Too much?” I asked, frowning as he came closer. He grinned and sat on the mattress, taking my hands and kissing my knuckles.

“You look amazing,” he said sweetly and squeezed my hands, staring at me from head to toe. “Am I allowed to kiss you, or will it ruin your make-up?”

“I can always put the lipstick back on.” I grinned. I loved the way he was looking at me: for a moment I’d almost forgotten my condition, and I was flattered by his compliments.

He slid closer to me and stroked my cheek gently before placing a sweet, soft kiss on my lips. Butterflies flitted around in my stomach and I was sure nobody would ever make me feel like he did. He was the only one who managed to make me forget I’d never be able to walk again and who loved me in spite of knowing it. I was starting to convince myself that his love for me was real, that we could really have something good, something that could last.

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