A Dream to Share by Hannon Irene

Author:Hannon, Irene [Hannon, Irene]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Contemporary
Amazon: B00134D73O
Goodreads: 8131396
Publisher: Steeple Hill Love Inspired
Published: 2008-01-01T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Mark didn’t disturb Abby until they reached the outskirts of town. Then he had no choice.

“Abby?” He spoke in a muted tone to avoid startling her. “I need some directions.”

Her eyelids flickered open, and when she turned to him he was relieved to see that most of her color had returned. She sat up and took a second to orient herself. “Make a left at the next corner. You’ll come to Healy in about half a mile. Turn right. My house is the last one, at the end of the street.”

Within a couple of minutes, Mark pulled to a stop in front of a modest white-frame bungalow that was dwarfed by the huge, stately oak trees lining the street and dotting the expansive lawn. A porch swing hung from the rafters of a small veranda, reached via three concrete steps. A large fern in a hanging pot added a graceful touch to the shady refuge, and the steps were flanked by colorful urns filled with petunias and ornamental grasses. The nearest neighbors were a couple of empty lots away on the dead-end street, giving the house a very private setting.

As he set the brake, Mark surveyed the charming—but tiny—house where Abby had grown up. Recalling his family’s spacious suburban ranch home, Mark couldn’t imagine living in such close quarters.

When Abby started to open her door, Mark restrained her, his touch gentle but firm. “Let me.”

Before she could protest, he was out the door and circling the car. When he reached for her, Abby swung her legs to the ground and gripped his warm, solid hand. Once on her feet, she checked her balance, then smiled.

“Much better. In fact, almost as good as new,” she pronounced.

She did look more like herself, Mark acknowledged as he scrutinized her. Her color was good, her deep green eyes were clear, her trembling had subsided. Some of the tension in his shoulders eased.

“Does that kind of thing happen very often?” Mark asked.

“Only once before, not long after I was diagnosed several months ago, when my endocrinologist was still trying to regulate my medication. I brought today’s problem on myself.”

“How so?”

Tilting her head, Abby regarded him. “How much do you know about diabetes?”

“Almost nothing.”

“I have what’s known as type 2. That means my pancreas produces some insulin—which the body needs in order to use glucose—but it either doesn’t produce enough or my body isn’t able to recognize the insulin and use it properly. So I have to regulate the balance between insulin and glucose levels through diet, exercise and medication. Today the balance got out of whack and my blood-sugar levels dropped. The technical term is hypoglycemia.”

“But why did it happen?”

“Too much exercise and not enough food. I should have eaten more to counterbalance the energy I was using.”

“The candy seemed to help.”

“It got me through the crisis. But I need to get inside and check my blood-sugar levels. And I’ll probably have to eat something else.”

“Is there someone you want to call to come

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