Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 87364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
But right now is not the time to test that theory.
I release my hold on her arms, sliding one hand down to take hers. “Come on. Let’s get to my house and tuck you into bed. We have a big day tomorrow.”
She smiles and nods her agreement. We walk silently the rest of the way to my car.
We both have big days tomorrow. Sophie’s making the trip back to Pittsburgh by herself, which I know might be causing her some anxiety. I’m going to the DA’s office to give my victim impact statement. I want Sophie to go with me, but as of now, she’s noncommittal. I’m hoping she’ll agree to accompany me as I believe it’ll go a long way toward closing out this part of her life.
♦
My house is quiet and settled. It’s not creaky like Sophie’s, and I realize I kind of miss those noises.
After we got home, Sophie drank a bottle of water and took Excedrin for a headache. She thanked me for a great evening, followed by a warm hug that was totally in the friend zone.
“I’m going to take a shower before bed,” she announced as she made her way to the staircase. “Good night.”
“See you in the morning,” I replied.
Now I’m listening to the water as I lie in my bed, having absolutely no trouble envisioning what she might look like naked under the warm spray. It’s not the first time I’ve thought of Sophie like that, and I’m sure it won’t be the last. Her kiss tonight ensured it would be on my mind, and I have no trouble admitting that I want her.
It’s just… I’m not sure if I have the courage to go there.
I know Sophie sees me as this man who has bravely fought back from the brink of near death and permanent paralysis, but she would never know the depths of my own fears.
My own insecurities.
I haven’t been with a woman in a long damn time. Luckily, my equipment works fine, but there’s been no need to use it. Being with a woman was the last thing on my mind when I couldn’t walk, and it’s not been on my mind otherwise—until I reconnected with Sophie.
I might be walking again, and sure, I can apparently take a spin on the ice just fine, but I’m still not whole. My legs atrophied severely those first several months, and no matter how hard I’m working out, they haven’t caught up to my torso and arms, which I’ve been able to exercise the entire time. It’s like I’ve got two different bodies—a well-muscled upper half and a much thinner, less defined lower half.
How vain of me to even worry about this, but Sophie is a goddess. She’s so beautiful, she could have her choice of men. Why would she want someone who’s not quite complete?
That’s the weak part of me speaking.
But the man in me who knows Sophie and believes wholeheartedly that she’s not stuck on things like that will continue to ponder if something could be there.
All it would take would be a real kiss.
If I had the guts to do it.
Because if I’m wrong about this, and she doesn’t want me, everything could be ruined.
CHAPTER 21
Sophie
Bags in both hands, purse over my shoulder, and a slight pause to dig for my keys, I’m simply not paying attention to my surroundings. I had made a quick trip to the mall before heading back to my hotel for the evening. I’d planned on ordering room service, taking a long bath, and watching a movie. My flight back to Pittsburgh was early the next morning.
It never occurred to me to be watchful.
Sure, I’d parked my rental at the far end of the parking lot, but I liked the extra steps it gave me.
And yes, it’s getting dark but not so dark that I feel unsafe.
I should, though, because as my head is bent to look inside my purse and as I fumble for my car keys, I’m not aware enough of my surroundings that I can prevent what happens.
Something hits me in the back, then an arm loops around the front of my body. A large, calloused hand covers my mouth. Something cold presses against my neck, and a hissing of words sends a shiver of primal fear up my spine. “Don’t fight, bitch, or I’ll gut you.”
My bags and purse are jerked away by a different man who immediately starts rummaging inside. I watch helplessly, the knife against my throat keeping me silent.
From nowhere, a third man appears. He grabs hold of my arm and grips it so hard, it feels like my bone bruise. “Pretty lady.”
The man with the knife snarls, “I get her first.”
He told me to be quiet, and the blade is sufficient inducement for me to keep my mouth shut, but they’re not talking about robbery anymore. These two guys are talking about rape, and I’ve always been told to scream and fight as hard as you can.