You said she has a dance lesson in the afternoon?"
She nodded.
"As I am not trained to drive
your mode of transport, we need you to rest until then. Let us take care of
you." He bent over the bed, placing a swift kiss on her lips.
He could feel the heat of her gaze on
his back as he walked out of the door. The black bear had been a blessing as
much as it had frightened Summer. Perhaps now she would start to see the truth
through his actions rather than his words.
Chapter
Seven
He wasn't going to give up his story
of being an alien, and somehow it no longer mattered. Melor had proven himself
a level-headed man of action with a wisdom in his dark eyes Summer could not
refute.
It was time to get up. She couldn't spend
all day wallowing in self-pity. She still wasn't sure what she wanted, but
somehow the dynamics had shifted. She knew what she didn't want; to be pitied,
or hide away as a hermit. If she wanted her daughter to live a full happy life,
she needed to lead by example. Even before she married the handsome U.S. Army
captain, life had been an adventure worth living.
It was clear her body wanted Melor,
but her mind still cautioned about getting too close. The guilt over Tyler's
death still weighed heavily on her heart.
Melor was right. It was time to try to
move past it and start to live again. Not just for her sake but for Blossom's.
Opportunity had been staring her in the face, but she'd been too blinded by
grief to realize it.
Her love for Tyler would never fade,
but it didn't mean she didn't have room in her heart for another.
Unscrewing the top of the medicine
vial, she fished out two pills, downing them with the water on her bedside
table. She stood, stretching her back, working out the kinks, feeling refreshed
and more energized.
She rifled through her wardrobe,
wanting something nicer to wear, choosing some neat, dark dress pants and a
pretty, white print blouse which gave her a generous neckline. She brushed out
her hair until it fell in soft waves around her shoulders. She found some
lipstick at the bottom of a drawer. She glanced in the mirror to add some red
to her lips before inspecting the montage. Wincing at how pale she appeared, she
took in her large wide eyes which she always figured were her best feature.
Not much she could do about her
weight; after all some men loved curves. Melor seemed to be unable to keep his
eyes off her.
Satisfied she had done all she could
do to look her best, she exited the bedroom. She smiled to find Melor with
Blossom on his lap as he listened to her read The Cat in the Hat.
An idea occurred to her as she watched
him and her daughter. The answer had been staring her in the face all the time,
only she was too scared to realize it. For however brief a time, maybe she
could use Melor to help her overcome her fears of intimacy and get back into
life. She wasn't the prettiest or thinnest woman; on top of that she had scars.
But she couldn't let her own insecurities stand in the way of her living a full
life.
The only concern was he would reject
her, but if he truly wanted her as he'd boldly proclaimed last night, then her
scars wouldn't matter.
There were plenty of women out there
worse than she. Melor was one adventure where she wanted to explore every inch.
What red-blooded woman wouldn't want a sex-on-a-stick man like Melor?
Be strong, brave; you are a confident,
independent woman.
Summer drew in a deep breath and limped
over. Melor glanced up at her, and she gave him a genuine smile of thanks. It
was time to start showing her affection.
She leaned in and placed a kiss gently
on his cheek. When she pulled back, he was regarding her with heated curiosity.
"I wanted to thank you properly
for what you did this morning; I want to make it up to you. How about we take
Melor to Charlie's after your dance lesson, Blossom?"
Blossom let out a cheer. "I love
going to Charlie's. They have
She nodded.
"As I am not trained to drive
your mode of transport, we need you to rest until then. Let us take care of
you." He bent over the bed, placing a swift kiss on her lips.
He could feel the heat of her gaze on
his back as he walked out of the door. The black bear had been a blessing as
much as it had frightened Summer. Perhaps now she would start to see the truth
through his actions rather than his words.
Chapter
Seven
He wasn't going to give up his story
of being an alien, and somehow it no longer mattered. Melor had proven himself
a level-headed man of action with a wisdom in his dark eyes Summer could not
refute.
It was time to get up. She couldn't spend
all day wallowing in self-pity. She still wasn't sure what she wanted, but
somehow the dynamics had shifted. She knew what she didn't want; to be pitied,
or hide away as a hermit. If she wanted her daughter to live a full happy life,
she needed to lead by example. Even before she married the handsome U.S. Army
captain, life had been an adventure worth living.
It was clear her body wanted Melor,
but her mind still cautioned about getting too close. The guilt over Tyler's
death still weighed heavily on her heart.
Melor was right. It was time to try to
move past it and start to live again. Not just for her sake but for Blossom's.
Opportunity had been staring her in the face, but she'd been too blinded by
grief to realize it.
Her love for Tyler would never fade,
but it didn't mean she didn't have room in her heart for another.
Unscrewing the top of the medicine
vial, she fished out two pills, downing them with the water on her bedside
table. She stood, stretching her back, working out the kinks, feeling refreshed
and more energized.
She rifled through her wardrobe,
wanting something nicer to wear, choosing some neat, dark dress pants and a
pretty, white print blouse which gave her a generous neckline. She brushed out
her hair until it fell in soft waves around her shoulders. She found some
lipstick at the bottom of a drawer. She glanced in the mirror to add some red
to her lips before inspecting the montage. Wincing at how pale she appeared, she
took in her large wide eyes which she always figured were her best feature.
Not much she could do about her
weight; after all some men loved curves. Melor seemed to be unable to keep his
eyes off her.
Satisfied she had done all she could
do to look her best, she exited the bedroom. She smiled to find Melor with
Blossom on his lap as he listened to her read The Cat in the Hat.
An idea occurred to her as she watched
him and her daughter. The answer had been staring her in the face all the time,
only she was too scared to realize it. For however brief a time, maybe she
could use Melor to help her overcome her fears of intimacy and get back into
life. She wasn't the prettiest or thinnest woman; on top of that she had scars.
But she couldn't let her own insecurities stand in the way of her living a full
life.
The only concern was he would reject
her, but if he truly wanted her as he'd boldly proclaimed last night, then her
scars wouldn't matter.
There were plenty of women out there
worse than she. Melor was one adventure where she wanted to explore every inch.
What red-blooded woman wouldn't want a sex-on-a-stick man like Melor?
Be strong, brave; you are a confident,
independent woman.
Summer drew in a deep breath and limped
over. Melor glanced up at her, and she gave him a genuine smile of thanks. It
was time to start showing her affection.
She leaned in and placed a kiss gently
on his cheek. When she pulled back, he was regarding her with heated curiosity.
"I wanted to thank you properly
for what you did this morning; I want to make it up to you. How about we take
Melor to Charlie's after your dance lesson, Blossom?"
Blossom let out a cheer. "I love
going to Charlie's. They have
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