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“I will. I could do it right now if we were alone.”

“We could go to my room…”

“It might freak Emily out,” he said, laughing.

“Our kid would have serious issues. She probably will anyway with a one-legged, one-eyed mother.”

Luke knew the teasing and self-deprecation was part of Bridget’s grief process. But it still bothered him so he leaned over and kissed her on her blindside.

“I hope that was you,” she said, turning in his direction and smiling.

She stood the baby up on her lap and Emily grabbed for the eyepatch. “Ow, baby don’t do that,” she said. “You’ll get grossed out.”

“I’ve never seen you without the patch,” Luke said.

“It just looks like a flat place with the lid shut. The patch hides some scars. I have to decide what to do about getting a prosthesis. I don’t want to mess with it, so I think I’m going to opt for the patch. Are you okay with that?”

“Whatever you need, honey. The patch is fine.”

There were new things to get used to, things to familiarize themselves with. She looked down at the prosthesis. “When we have sex, the leg has to come off. I’m afraid I’ll accidentally kick you.”

“Okay. Whatever makes you more comfortable.”

“You don’t think it will be weird?”

“No. I won’t be thinking of anything but you.” He reached out with his free hand and smoothed it across her head.

“Are you sure? You won’t be grossed out?”

“No. It’ll be fine. I couldn’t get grossed out by you. We’ll find our way through this, Bridget. The key is for you to be comfortable. That’s all I’m worried about.”

“You won’t get freaked out with stubby in the bed?”

“I’m looking at your thighs right now.”

Checking first to make sure they weren’t being observed, she moved her knees slightly apart.

“Is that better?”

“Bridget, I see what I need to see and I’m getting turned on. Let’s get back to your room.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, giving him a sultry grin.

He gave her a look that she’d later describe as Luke’s come-hither look. He nodded toward the door.

“Let’s go. I want to see the blade, anyway.”

“You should see me run in that thing. I’m not supposed to go far yet because stubby is still healing.”

“Okay, we’ll you don’t even have to put it on. I just want to see it.”

She handed Emily, who whimpered, over to Luke. “Ah, baby, I’m right here,” Bridget said, pleased that the baby knew who she was.

“She loves you,” Luke said, patting Emily. “You’re mommy.”

They walked through the room and this time Bridget was aware of the looks they got, so she took Luke’s hand and smiled.

Her room at the rehab center reminded Luke of a prison cell. “This is awful. I can see why you want to get home.”

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