Part 23 (1/2)
”I can see that,” he said with a bright smile. ”You're all lit up.”
”Will you help me out of these lights? And my jacket? This fire is getting hot....”
”I'd be glad to help you out of all your clothes. Stand up,” he said. He pulled on the end of the string of lights, she twirled around in front of him and, in just a minute, the lights were off. She shrugged out of her jacket and he pulled her back down on his lap.
”We did a little decorating around the clinic and I borrowed this string of lights with the battery pack. I'm sure Mel thinks I'm going to use them in the cabin. If I had an ounce of courage, I'd have come naked, strung with lights.”
”Thank G.o.d you didn't. You might've found yourself making love on the front step. What else did you do today?”
”Talked to my mom, for once a nice talk, had lunch with Mel and Jack, asked my aunt Brie what I should do to set up a foundation with a bank to start to fund Megan's surgery-Brie's a lawyer. And I went on a house call with Mel-an elderly woman back in the mountains seems to have bronchitis. It was a wonderful day. I felt so...useful.”
”Angie, I hate to put a damper on such a great day but...there's something you have to know.” He hesitated. ”We've been outted. My brothers guessed we're having a- What is it we're having?”
”I'm not sure,” she said. ”I guess we settled on *fling'?”
”It's more than that. All day long I've been thinking that it would be smart, maybe even kind, to stop this thing before it goes any further.”
She ran her fingers through the hair at his temples for just a moment before she grabbed his head in her hands and went after his mouth like it might be the last kiss of her life. When she finally broke free she said, ”You talk too much and you think too much.”
”I don't want you to be hurt,” he said.
”Then try not to take off too early! I know you have a plane ticket. I wrote the date in my calendar. Until we get to that date, I'd like to enjoy myself. You know, Paddy, I'm not some naive little girl. I know this isn't a happily-ever-after sort of thing-and I'm okay with that.” She shook her head. ”Leave it to me to pick a guy as controlling as my mother. Here's a good rule of thumb, Paddy. Don't do anything *for my own good'!”
He couldn't help but laugh at her. ”Are you sure you want me to employ that rule, my little hussy?”
”Not entirely,” she said softly.
”My brothers are afraid I'm going to hurt you by leaving. After our little *interlude.'”
”Interlude. I like that. Is that what usually happens? You love the girls and break their hearts?”
He gave a short laugh. ”No, not so much.”
”Oh?” she probed. ”Care to share?”
He laughed a bit uncomfortably. ”Seems like it was either a mutual decision that things weren't going anywhere or...” He rubbed a hand across the back of his neck. ”Or I was dumped.”
”Oh, Patrick. If we'd met under different circ.u.mstances, I'd hold on to you until you begged me to let go.”
”Would you now?” he asked, smiling.
”If I'd met you last year, if you lived and worked nearby, if there weren't so many weird complications and- Listen, Paddy, things change when you almost die. In fact, I suspect I did die, if briefly. This little time we're here together in Virgin River-it feels like it could be a watershed experience. Hmm? I'll go with it if you will.”
”You suspect you died?” he asked. ”What's that about?”
She cringed. ”Listen, I haven't told anyone except Dr. Temple...”
”We're telling each other a lot of things never told before,” he said.