of future happiness, and I could only bestow it on my family or on Andrew, not both. It was a no-brainer. Andrew came from one of the wealthiest families in Boston. So what? He loses this deal. It won’t affect the rest of his life, not like it will for my family.
I was hoping that tonight Andrew and I could talk about it. I know I’m the one who had been avoiding it, but I needed him to understand that I was not just being stubborn. My hands were tied and this was my path, whether I liked it or not.
I looked at the clock. I’d been home for almost an hour. Where on earth could Andrew be? He said he was picking up dinner and coming here. Everything was closed by now. Something must’ve happened.
It’s not like Andrew couldn’t take care of himself, but accidents happen. He’d given me his card and said to call him any time. I was getting worried about him, and that was a good enough reason for me. Now, where did I put that card?
I searched just about every place I thought I’d have put it. It was nowhere to be found. I knew Aunt Trixi had it, but it was so late to call. What choice did I have?
As I headed back to the living room to retrieve my cell phone, I saw headlights pulling up to the cabin. Thank God. I had to resist the urge to rush out the door and give him a piece of my mind for worrying me like that. It made no sense for me to be in a panic, but I couldn’t help how I felt.
Taking a deep breath, I slowly headed to the door and opened it. But when I did, it wasn’t his rental car in the driveway, but a police Jeep. I swear my heart stopped and I had to grab hold of the porch post. I steeled myself for the officer to get out and deliver horrific news.
Instead, it was the passenger’s door that opened, and out came Andrew. He’s okay! Only then did I breathe again. I practically ran down the steps to him. As I got closer, I noticed a white bandage on his left temple. He was hurt.
“Andrew, what happened?” I asked, my voice still a bit shaky.
“Do know you what we don’t have in Boston?” he asked. I shrugged, and he added, “Moose. And for the record, they are fucking huge in person.”
“You hit a moose?” I said, in shock.
“I did,” he said.
“Do you know how lucky you are to be alive?”
“Not sure alive is the right word,” he grumbled. He turned to the police officer and said, “Thanks for the lift.”
“No problem. And you can stop by the station for your report for your insurance company.”
Andrew nodded and turned back in my direction. “I can’t wait to get in a hot shower.”
I raised a brow and said, “Oh, no you don’t.”
“Why? Did you use all the hot water already?”
I smiled and said, “R.I.C.E.”
“Fuck!” he sighed. “An accident is different.”
“I’ll have to google that. While I do, you’re going on ice.” I wrapped an arm around his waist, and he rested his arm on my shoulder as I helped him up the stairs and into the house. I wasn’t sure he needed my help, but he was getting it. He didn’t resist.
Once he was settled on the couch with ice, I asked, “Can I get you anything else?”
“I hope that moose is insured. He hit me pretty hard,” he moaned as I adjusted the ice pack.
“Glad he didn’t hurt your sense of humor. And I thought you hit him.”
“Nope. He blindsided me. Practically walked right on top of the car. I’m damn glad I didn’t bring my baby with me. I’d be crying.”
“Baby?” I asked. I knew he was speaking of some automobile.
“I usually drive a 1959 Ferrari 250 SWB Revival. The thing is sweet,” he said closing his eyes and leaning back against the couch.
“You don’t strike me as a classic car type.”
He sat up and said, “That is not just a car. I have a picture of it in my phone.”
Really? He’s got pictures of his car? I could never be a man. They are the hardest creatures to figure out.
Andrew felt his pockets and then got up and looked in the couch. Even lifted the cushions. “Damn it. I fucking lost my phone.”
“Maybe you forgot it in the police car. Would you like me to