Michael's Discovery - By Sherryl Woods Page 0,27
walk again. You will get out of that wheelchair. So it’s taking a little longer than you’d like. And you won’t be able to do some of the rigorous things you once did, so what? You’re alive, dammit! Stop feeling so sorry for yourself and concentrate on what you still have, instead of what you’ve lost.”
For what seemed like an eternity she wasn’t sure if he was going to explode with anger or simply turn around and wheel himself right back out of the restaurant. She was still wondering when their waiter appeared and, completely oblivious to the tension, announced that he was Henry and he’d be taking care of them today.
“Just what I need,” Michael muttered. “Somebody else who thinks it’s his mission in life to take care of me.”
Henry stared at him in confusion. “What? Did I say something wrong?”
Michael’s smile wasn’t exactly wholehearted, but it was a smile. “No, I’m just having a bad day. How’s your day going, Henry?”
Henry still looked uncertain, but he said gamely, “Fine, sir. Have you two decided on what you’d like to drink?”
Michael glanced questioningly toward Kelly.
“I’ll have a cup of tea,” she said.
Michael nodded. “The lady will have tea, and I’ll have your strongest poison.”
Henry blinked furiously. “Sir?”
Kelly bit back a chuckle. “Don’t mind him, Henry. He thinks he’s being amusing. Bring him a cup of very strong coffee. I want him wide-awake while I finish telling him what I think of him.”
“Yes, ma’am,” the waiter said, backing away from the table with undisguised relief.
“Think he’ll ever come back?” Michael asked.
“He shouldn’t,” Kelly said. “You were awful to him.”
“And to you,” Michael said. “I thought I’d save you the trouble of having to put something lethal in my coffee by asking him to do it.”
“Don’t think I wouldn’t, if I had any murderous tendencies,” Kelly told him. “Unfortunately, I still think you’re worth salvaging.”
He studied her intently. “Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why do you think I’m worth saving?”
She got the impression that he sincerely wanted to know, maybe even needed to know. “Because underneath all that exasperating self-pity, you’re a good guy. You’ve spent your life being a hero for your country. You’re smart, occasionally funny and breathtakingly handsome, though I wouldn’t let that go to your head. Good looks rarely make up for a lousy disposition.”
A smile tugged at his lips. “I’ll try to remember that from now on.”
Kelly regarded him seriously. “Michael, there really are a lot of blessings in your life. You should try counting them, instead of focusing on what you’ve lost.”
“I will,” he promised, his own expression suddenly serious. “I hope you won’t mind if I put you at the top of the list.”
Kelly’s breath caught in her throat and the tears she’d fought off returned with a vengeance. “Dammit, why did you have to go and say something so blasted sweet?” she asked, swiping impatiently at her cheeks. “I was just getting comfortable being furious with you.”
He reached over and caught a tear streaking down her face, then brushed it gently away. “Well, now, I couldn’t have that, could I?”
She sniffed and tried not to notice the way his fingers felt against her skin. “Why not?”
“You were liable to go off and leave me stranded in here,” he told her with a perfectly straight face.
Kelly choked back the laughter that bubbled up. “I should have known your reason would be totally self-serving.”
He grinned. “That’s the kind of guy I am,” he said unrepentantly.
“No,” she said emphatically. “That’s the kind of guy you want me to think you are.” She leveled a look deep into his eyes. “Which makes me wonder why you feel it’s necessary. Are you deliberately trying to scare me off, Michael? Is this part of your tactic to keep some distance between us?”
He seemed to consider the question for an eternity before finally shrugging. “I honestly don’t know.”
“Then you should know that it takes a lot more than a bad temper to scare me away.”
He sighed heavily. “Yeah, I think I’d already figured that out.”
The entire scene at the restaurant had been totally draining. Given a choice, Michael would have gone back to his own apartment and hidden out for the rest of the day, but he wasn’t about to admit to Kelly just how shaken he was, both by the struggles he’d had adjusting to a world in which he wasn’t agile as a cat and to the discovery that her opinion of him mattered. It mattered far more than it should.
Which was