Page 58 of Gideon's Gratitude

What?

Oh.

“I’m not concerned about a wet dog in my vehicle, if that’s your worry. Lucky’s welcome.”

And forty-eight hours ago, I’d never have said those words.

Gideon didn’t appear convinced.

“Of course, I’m happy to drive your vehicle.”

Please not a little hatchback.

Certain cars were not favorable to my height and frame.

He sized me up, as if fitting me to the car. “Yours would be great. I have a blanket we can use.”

“Splendid.” I reached out to press a hand to his cheek.

His eyes widened.

“Know you’re not alone. I’m here to stand by you. Whatever happens.”

His distress radiated through to me as he pressed his hand to mine. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure.”

He moved away and I let go. With a quick nod, he was gone.

Something shifted in me as I watched his retreating figure. Attraction? Longing? More than just the urge to comfort. I would’ve kissed him, given half a chance.

Where did that leave me?

Leave us?

Time would tell

God, I hated clichés. But sometimes they fit.

Chapter Nine

Gideon

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

Don’t call yourself stupid.

Yeah, whatever.

I’d never let the kids get away with using the word. Especially directed at themselves, although directed at others was just as bad. I detested the word. Everyone learned differently. I’d never been formally diagnosed with a learning disorder, but through conversations with Leo—when he was first starting university and learning so much great stuff—I figured out my brain didn’t work the same way. Language wasn’t my strength, but I did okay at math. Certainly well enough to do my job at the docks.

When Melodie came home with us, I made a pledge to read to her every night. And I had. Without fail. Even when I was at myworst. Even when I was newly home from the hospital and nearly immobilized by the agony. Even then.

In the early years, the books were easy. Lots of pictures. Small words.

Recently the books had been getting harder. I’d read them ahead of time to make sure I understood and could pronounce each word. She was already reading some of the simple stories back to me, and I’d been encouraging her to read to Trevor. Those had been truly magical times.

Was she still reading every night? Leo was busy. If he didn’t do it, might the nanny? The woman’d been hired after I left, and I was not allowed any contact with her. I was completely shut out of my children’s lives.

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