get this finished before it rains again.â
âThereâs no rain in the forecast for the next thirty minutes, so you have time for dinner. Iâm not going down until you eat.â
âI canât eat. My hands are busy holding this ladder so you donât fall.â
âThe ladder is perfectly sound. Youâve been going up and down it for days.â She tried to pry one of his hands loose but only managed to get his pointer finger undone. His strength surprised her.
âOkay, you win.â The sudden change in the timbre of his voice sent waves of tingles racing across her nerve endings. He let go of the ladder and closed his grip over her hand.
âGood.â Oh, that had sounded breathless even to her ears. The rough texture of his skin against hers only served to make her more aware of her femininity. The size of his hand made her feel small and protected, not frightened.
He sank back cross-legged onto the roof, letting her hand slip out of his in a slow caress. âI eat and you get down. Do we have a deal?â
Clearing her throat, she nodded. âWe do.â
Picking up the burger, he stuffed it in his mouth in two bites. Pointing downward, he mumbled, âGo.â
âAre you trying to choke yourself?â
Chewing momentarily silenced him, but his eyes spoke volumes as he glared at her. Swallowing at last, he said, âGet your feet on the ground. Thatâs an order!â
She opened her mouth to object to his manner, but he shot to his knees and gripped the ladder again. âI know how to do a firemanâs carry. Donât make me prove it.â
A dignified retreat seemed like her best choice. âIâm going.â
Backing down the ladder with care, she stepped off the last rung and moved to the side. A moment later he slid down without using his feet and landed beside her.
Impressed, she asked, âWhere did you learn to do that?â
âMy foster father ran a roofing business. When I was old enough, I worked with him.â
âWhat happened to your birth parents?â
âMy mom died of cancer when I was eleven.â
âIâm sorry.â
He shrugged. âIt was a long time ago.â
She couldnât help but notice that he didnât mention his father.
âWhat about you?â he asked, walking toward the picnic table. Unbuckling his tool belt, he tossed it onto the wooden surface.
âMy parents live on Long Island. We donât keep in touch.â
âWhy not? Iâm sorryâthatâs none of my business.â
It wasnât something she normally talked about. But then, her relationship with Shane could be called anything but normal. Without knowing exactly why, she wanted him to understand who she had been.
âMy addiction made me a very destructive person. I hurt my parents in a lot of ways. I canât tell you how many times they got me out of jail or picked me up at some hospital. I took money from them every chance I got. When they stopped keeping cash in the house, I stole their credit cards. I ruined them. My mom lost her job. Eventually they even lost their house. In the end, they had to cut me out of their lives. I have a younger brother. I know they did it for his sake. I donât blame them now, but I did for a very long time.â
âDo they know youâre sober now?â
âI wrote them a letter last year to tell them how sorry I was and that I had found God, but they didnât write back. I still hope someday that they will find it in their hearts to forgive me.â
âSo what happened the day we met, Annie? What made you go into that bar?â
Chapter Eight
A nnie crossed her arms over her chest as she faced Shane. Sharing her experiences with other recovering addicts was one thing. They understood. How much of what she had been through could Shane understand? Would telling him make him doubt her ability to be a good mother? No matter what he
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