No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

If he really lost his limb because of this, I'd owe him big time, and I didn't want any more entanglements with him. I could only try to persuade him.

"It's not as bad as all that. A few more rounds of physical therapy, and I'll be as good as new," he said, his face so pale, his voice barely above a whisper. Stubborn as ever, I didn't push. He looked at me, "You coming back has already made me feel better."

I was at a loss for words.

I got his point, but he quickly changed the subject, "Jefferson's been asking about you. He was about ready to call in a missing persons report."

I'd cut off all contact these past few days. I knew people were worried.

"Is he coming by today?" I asked, playing along.

"Not sure. I'll give him a call," Conrad said, reaching for the phone.

But he seemed to forget about his injured arm, and the sudden movement made him wince in pain.

I reached out, steadying his bandaged arm, "No need to call. I'm back now. We'll run into each other sooner or later."

Conrad didn't say anything, either from the pain or something else.

the doctor?" I

his lips, "Could you get me a glass

handed it to him, and after a couple of sips,

to see you lately?"

"A couple of times."

Conrad's attention. "At the diner," I

chuckled, "Guess we're

something to say, just say it," Conrad sensed something

mind, "Did you know Dustin can

brow deepened, "Never

could pass for photographs," I might have been laying

stayed silent, so

does it say about someone who fills their house with portraits of you, from when you were ten till

seemed to catch my drift, "Felicia,

relationship a shot," I said, causing Conrad to jerk so hard he

was a mix of shocked and