Vegas Sunrise by Fern Michaels

Author:Fern Michaels [Michaels, Fern]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corp.
Published: 2014-05-22T16:00:00+00:00

The two wheelchairs rolled silently down the carpeted hallway to the main room of the lodge. The room was dark, the only illumination coming from the fireplace. Fed by propane gas and thick logs, the fire burned slowly. Very little warmth could be felt in the room. “It feels kind of like church, doesn’t it, Harry? It’s so quiet and still. I can even smell beeswax. They must use it on the furniture. It’s so white outside. Isn’t it amazing that rain and sleet make noise but snow doesn’t? It’s truly soundless. It’s supposed to be like this on Christmas Eve. It never is, though.”

“Sunny, very rarely do I think about the past. No matter what, we can’t get it back. Just once, though, I’d like . . . I’d like to jump up and RUN. Before we go out those doors, I want us both to understand, and to agree, that something could happen to us. I’m willing to take the chance for myself. My motor skills are better than yours. I can’t make that decision for you, Sunny. You have to think about Jake and Polly.”

“Nothing is going to happen, Harry. We’re going to stick together. We could talk ourselves out of this if we keep this up. Let’s do one last-minute check before we open those doors.”

Harry rattled off the items from the list he withdrew from his pocket. Sunny ticked each one off. “Okay, Harry, let’s go.”

Their wheelchairs side by side, they managed to get the door open without a problem. Harry wheeled his chair backward to hold the door open for Sunny. She scooted through as a gust of snow hit her head-on. She laughed as she steered her chair to the side to allow room for Harry. “Put your goggles on, Harry.”

“I got them on, Sunny. They should make these things with wipers. It feels great. It’s really coming down. I bet there is twelve inches of snow out here. It’s drifting, too. Get behind me, Sunny, so your chair shoves mine. Even though they blew this path clear, it’s drifting. We need all the power we can get out of these chairs to get us to the barn. Are you okay? Do you love this?”

“I love this, Harry. I really do. Keep going, don’t stop.” She was shouting, her voice carrying on the wind. She had no way of knowing if Harry heard her or not.

In the lead, a violent gust of snow slammed against Harry, pushing his chair backward, Sunny’s chair sliding behind him. His chair tilted as he grappled with the padded armrests, trying to rock the chair toward the left to right it. Sunny swerved her chair, ramming it against his. She moved the control to reverse and then back to forward until Harry’s chair was moving forward. The wheelchair races they had at the center were proving to be invaluable now. The makeshift obstacle courses on the center grounds would help both of them if Harry didn’t forget all he’d learned.

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