“We have to do something,” Chad told Patrick after Claire stalked off.
Or limped. She walked like she had something in her shoe, but she wouldn’t stop to get it out until she was out of sight. She’d always been like that, preferring to preserve the feel of a moment rather than let her clumsiness get in the way. Of course it rarely worked out like that, but she could try. He shook his head. His silly, stubborn, feisty Claire.
God, I still love her.
And he did. He wanted to go to her, kiss the worry line from her brow, and tell her everything. Tell her how they had been engaged once. That they had been in the mad kind of love that only happens once in a lifetime. That they had been ripped apart by a stupid accident that had maimed her and had led to her memories of him being stolen. He le
