Chapter 10

“Do you want something for dessert?” Dane asked as he guided Guy’s wheelchair to the street. “Ice cream?”

The sun was low on the horizon, casting golden pink light over the trees and tall buildings surrounding them, and a pleasant breeze moved the air around and kept it from becoming too stifling. The heat was inescapable, though, and the thought of ice cream cooling his lips was irresistible.

“That sounds great. Is there a place around here?”

“Yeah. We’ll walk over.”

Dane was very good at pushing the wheelchair. Guy would have never appreciated the fact that guiding a wheelchair could be a specific skill if he wasn’t stuck in one. Dane never pushed him too fast, or made him feel like he was completely out of control. He was careful with bumps and curbs, and considerate of the foot traffic around them.