Chapter 25

I wondered if I’d hurt his feelings. From the look on his face, maybe I had. So I tried to rectify it. “I think, maybe, this is personal for you, which it wouldn’t have been with anyone else. I like the idea it might be.”

“Do you? Because, to be honest, it ispersonal. I don’t want anything happening to you. It would screw up any chance of my getting to know you better.”

“And vice versa,” I replied softly.

“I was hoping you’d feel that way.” He took my hand, squeezing it. “It’s possible we may not want to be more than just friends. I’m willing to take the chance. If that’s all it becomes, then at least I’ll have someone in my life I can do things with. Like go to a movie when we get the chance.”

“That’s what life is—a series of chances.” I winced. “How’s that for an inane reply?” Steve laughed, but kept holding my hand. “I like taking chances,” I told him. “If I think there’s a chance they’ll be successful. Good lord. I’m being repetitious.”