Couldnât he see the immensity of the situation?
âEd,â she said. âYou just said to me that if there was anything you could do, youâd do it.â
âI know, butââ
âDonât you understand? There is something you can do.â Heather drew in her breath and forced a smile. âBesides, when did you turn into the worldâs most upstanding citizen?â She was trying to joke with him, but her words ended up sounding stiff, tense. âWhen did you start caring about the New York court system, for Godâs sake? Donât you remember how you used to feel about the cops when theyâd mess with you just because you had scruffy hair and a skateboard?â
âWell, yeah,â Ed admitted with a fleeting smile.
Good. A smile is good. Now just be honest with him.
âEd,â Heather said gently, taking both of his hands. âYou have the power to help my whole family. And besides, you
that money after what youâve beenthrough, whether you ever walk again or not. And who in their right mind just waves bye-bye to a totally deserved twenty-six million dollars?â
Ed shook his head, but now he was laughing. He bit his lip and looked very seriously into Heatherâs eyes. Heather looked back with all the love that was in her heart. Maybe, just maybe, she was beginning to make sense to him.
I CANâT BELIEVE IâM ACTUALLY EVEN
Too Much Chair Jumping
Ed stared into Heatherâs eyes. Those beautiful, wicked, anguished, sexy blue eyes. The eyes that had brought him so much joy and so much misery. The eyes that wiped the past clean. The eyes that promised a future of happiness.
And she had a point. All heâd have to do was delay his recovery just a few weeks while they worked on securing that settlement. And in doing so, heâd be saving not only the woman he loved, but the entire family of the woman he loved. Heâd be doing something good. Something positive.
Besides, the family who had done this to him
deserve to pay for the damage they had wrought. Didnât they?
Deep down, he loved that Heather trusted him enough to expose such weakness to him. It proved that their relationship was stronger than ever. And he loved that he had something that could give her back her strength and bring her such instant happiness. But mostly Ed loved that he had the chance to be a hero. And how often did a guy really have the chance to be someone elseâs hero? Especially a guy in a wheelchair? Certain friends of Edâs could never see him as the heroâ certain blond, beautiful, badass friends (who would remain nameless) were such heroes in their own right that they never gave Ed the
to be truly heroic.
But not Heather. She needed him. He was her savior. He placed his hands on Heatherâs face and drew her to him. He brought his lips to hers. Heather dropped her shoulders and leaned back her head, surrendering to him.
Finally he pulled away.
âIâll do it,â he said.
Heather leaped up and threw her arms around him. He could feel her chest heaving. He could feel her wet tears against his cheek.
âThank you,â she whispered. âI love you, Ed.â
âI love you, too,â he said, his nose and lips nestled in her silky hair. As gently as he could, he maneuvered herback into her seat. Suddenly he realized he was exhausted. There had been far too much drama tonight, far too much chair jumping. It was time to chill.
âHeyâare you hungry?â he asked.
She giggled. âStarving.â
He breathed a sigh of relief and picked up the menu for the third time. Well. Now they could actually settle down andâ
âSo you canât tell anyone, Ed,â Heather stated.
Ed looked up. âHuh?â
âNo matter how much feeling you mightâI mean you do
gain in your legs, you canât tell a soul. You and I are the only ones who