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She nodded before unfolding herself to finally face me. “Look…I know what you’re going to say.”
“I don’t think you do.”
“Yes, I do. You’re ready to give me another lecture on—”
“Dance with me.”
“What?”
I put my hand out toward her. “Dance with me.”
Her face contorted into a frown. Being asked to dance was probably the last thing she expected, but it was the perfect thing. She was already on the defensive; therefore any conversation would have ended badly.
“I’m supposed to dance to no music?”
Reaching down, I took hold of her hand, and pulled her up. My free arm slid around her waist as I began swaying our bodies. “The crickets are playing our song.”
She was stiff and resistant at first, but I kept moving, humming softly. Eventually her body began to relax. The arm that was dangling by her side slipped around my waist, and she rested her head against my chest. They were little actions, but they made me smile. Anything that I’d wanted to say to her when I stepped out here I put on hold. We could talk another day. For now, I enjoyed a dance with the woman I loved.
Chapter 18
Calida
Three weeks since I’d last been at Dr. Carr’s office. I’d had to talk myself into keeping the appointment when I woke up, and again when I’d parked in the parking deck. I knew I’d have to see her at some point after my accident, but that didn’t stop me from trying to put it off as long as possible.
The basic pleasantries were out of the way. My knee bounced uncontrollably until I finally got up to move around. I assumed my preferred position in front of the window. Here I could talk without facing the scrutiny of her eyes.
“Anything happen over the last few weeks that we need to discuss?”
“Dorian’s living with me.”
“That is an unexpected development.”
“I suppose. She invited herself.”
“And you let her?”
I wasn’t sure if that was a statement or a question, not that it mattered. Macy and Malcolm had the same reaction.
“Sometimes it’s easier not to fight.”
Scratching of pen against paper. That sound was beginning to be my ve
rsion of nails on a chalkboard.
“Sometimes the easy way isn’t the best way.”
I shrugged, turning back to face her. “It’s the well-worn path I chose to take.”
“Who benefits from that?”
“I don’t know. It’s not something I thought about.”
“Maybe you should. If you keep taking that ‘well-worn path’ as you call it, how are things ever going to change?”
“Is this where you ask me that cliché question about the definition of insanity?”
She laughed and shook her head. “I don’t do anything cliché if I can help it.”
