Chapter 12
Closeness
Brew sat back down on the floor and lifted his pants leg enough to where she could see where the prosthetic began above the ankle. “Want me to take my shoe off?”
“Would you?”
She was curious. It didn’t bother her that he’d lost a foot.
He’d never used his prosthetic as a way to meet women. Women didn’t want to look at any kind of injury. More than that, they didn’t want to know the man they were eyeing was “incomplete.” Invisible flaws, like PTSD, were okay as long as they remained invisible. But those with missing limbs were often brushed aside for the more favorable “intact” ones. The fact that he was former military didn’t matter. They wanted their war heroes without physical flaws.
Untying his shoe, he slipped it off and extended his leg toward her. She tilt
