Falling Fast by Caroline Lee

Author:Caroline Lee [Lee, Caroline]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-02-29T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIX

Turns out that falling down a mountain didn’t completely stink.

Because, even though he was in pain—Patrick had quit taking his pain meds on Sunday—he was with Faith.

After the choice he’d made three years ago, he hadn’t thought he’d have the chance to say that again, but here he was. She’d been with him every day—almost all day—since his discharge from the hospital…and it was like old times.

They laughed. They teased. They talked about plans for the future and had deep psychological conversations, just like they used to.

And they had an unspoken rule to never bring up the heartbreak between them.

Sure, they referenced memories they’d shared—how could they not—but any time it happened, Faith would get this skittish look in her eyes, as if she wasn’t sure she should be talking about those things. Or as if she was afraid more heartbreak was to come if she allowed herself to relax and just enjoy the time with him.

If Patrick had his way, it wouldn’t.

But he wasn’t sure what the future would bring in terms of them.

Once he was better, would she say goodbye to him and send him back to Quinn Valley, as if nothing had happened?

Or did he have any chance to make up for three years ago?

Would she even let him try?

Friday morning—Valentine’s Day, which neither of them had mentioned—a week after his accident, arrived much too soon.

And he woke up much too early.

A dream snapped him awake, and he pushed himself upright in surprise, wrenching a cry of pain from his lips. With a groan, he finished the motion, swinging his legs off the side of the bed and wondering what time it was. There were two big windows in the tiny house’s little bedroom, but it looked as if the sun hadn’t completely risen yet.

“Patrick?” came a sleepy mumbled call from upstairs.

He’d woken Faith.

Shoot!

He stumbled out of the room, bracing his good shoulder against the doorframe, as he stifled a yawn. “I’m okay,” he called out in a low voice, hoping she’d be able to go back to sleep. “Just had a dream.”

Her response was immediate. “I’m coming down.”

When he came out of the bathroom, she was in the kitchen waiting for him, a worried expression on her face. He took a moment to drink her in, wondering how she seemed to get prettier every day.

Faith had inherited her father’s beautiful, dark-golden skin, but her mother’s pale hair. It was a striking combination, with her blue eyes. This morning, her hair was pulled up in a messy bun on top of her head, falling off to one side, and she wore fleece pants and a sweatshirt emblazoned with a cartoon of Bigfoot, which said in bright pink cursive “He Believes In Himself.”

She was also barefoot, and her toes were painted a sparkly purple.

So he was smiling at her appearance—so natural, so beautiful—when he met her eyes. “Sorry for waking you up.”

“You’re okay? Really?”

“Really.” This time he let the yawn out, then said, “A dream woke me up.

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