Adam was dumbfounded. He had no idea what really had happened to Mel’s husband until now. His injury was nothing compared to her heartbreak. He’d lost a partial limb, she’d lost the love of her life. He wondered, did she have family to support her, either hers or his?
“Mel?” he called out.
She poked her head out of the kitchen. “Can I bring you something else?”
“Do you have any plans? Maybe you’d like to stay for dinner. I don’t feel like being alone.”
She seemed to debate for a half a second before giving him a tentative smile. “Sure, I can pick up a pizza or something.” She frowned. “Shoot. I need my car.”
“Stacey will be home soon, or you can take my truck.” He grimaced as he tried to use the lever to raise the footrest on the recliner.
“Here, I can help with that.” Melinda walked
