Isaac hated that he was in a wheelchair. Apparently, he had broken several ribs as well as both legs. Thankfully, his arms were only bruised, but intact. He couldn’t imagine having to ask people to take shifts spoon-feeding him.
“Are you sure this is okay?” he asked as Leanne pushed him up a ramp that her parents had installed at the bed and breakfast, just for him. “I mean, I’m taking a room from a potential guest, right?”
Leanne stopped him on the wraparound porch, put on the brake, and walked around the wheelchair so she could face him. She placed her hands on his cheeks and gave him a quick kiss. “I’ve already told you, it was their idea. Our place is never full this time of year, and they’ve been meaning to get that ramp installed for ages. You helped give them the push they needed.
