Revelation of Hearts (Stacey and Shane Mcleod, #3) by Rikki Dyson Read Free Book Online Page A

warm and willing last night, while we were celebrating your promotion, now you’re cold and frosty as hell.”
    “That’s an oxymoron,” she said. 
    He had walked to the patio door to look out. He turned back and asked, “What the devil are you talking about?”
    “Put your shoes on and I’ll take you to your car.”
    Jonathan stood and looked at her, then said, “I know what’s wrong with you. You’ve lived behind your grief for so long, you now feel exposed.  Honey, you went to Michael’s memorial service. You shared your memories and love with his family. Michael is dead; you have to let him go.”
    Lora swung around with her teeth and fists clenched and said, “Don’t you think I know that?”
    Jonathan came to her and put his arms around her. She stiffened up, but he held her tight until she relaxed in his arms. “Go brush your hair, I’ll put my shoes on and we’ll go eat breakfast somewhere, then we’ll both feel better.”
    Lora didn’t argue.  She grabbed her bag and car keys, and then they headed to the Pancake house. They both were silent until the meal was over. Lora took a sip of her coffee, smiled at Jonathan and said, “You have one hell of a bedside manner, Doctor McKay.”
    “Yes, I know, I’ve been told I’m quite wonderful.” 
    His analysis of himself made Lora laugh. “You’re a good friend Jonathan; don’t let me drive you away.”
    “I won’t, but I will let you drive me to my car.”
    Chapter-10
    Jonathan and Lora
    Lora packed a small bag and spent the weekend at the castle. Jessie wasn’t there. She and Sam had gone to a Dallas cowboy football game with Mary Fay and her fiancée.
    Lora asked Jackie and Bradley, “What did you think of Sam Scott?
    They looked at each and said, “We were impressed by his candidness and self-assurance.  And felt that he was a good match for our Jessica.”
    Lora noticed that her mother was losing weight, and asked, “How are you feeling Mom?”
    “I’m a little tired, but I’m okay,” she said. 
    Before Lora left on Sunday, she spoke with her brother about their mom.  “I think it’s her heart,” Bradley said. “I want her to take a few tests, but she refuses. Will you talk to her?”
    Lora went back upstairs to her mother, “Mom, Bradley’s worried about you.” 
    “I know,” she said, “But I’m fine.”
    “Will you take the tests Brad wants and then we’ll stop worrying”
    “Yes dear, if it’s that important to you.”
    “It is, Mom. Thank you,” Lora said, and kissed her mom bye.
    Lora was now working the seven to three shift. All the staff knew she would be the next director of nursing. She would see Doctor McKay in the corridors of the hospital.  He would wave and smile each time, however, he didn’t call or ask her out. It was a few weeks later, around the middle of October when Jonathan brought his tray to Lora’s table in the hospital cafeteria. “Boy am I bushed. Have you missed me, pretty lady?” 
    “Where have you been?” Lora asked.
    “At the Veterans hospital,” he said.
    “Why?” Lora inquired, “Are you moonlighting?” 
    “That’s closer to the truth than you know,” Jonathan said and then told her how he had seen so many soldiers with trauma or psychological disorders of one kind or the other from the war. “I worked with some of them at Clark Air force base, in the Philippines. The other day when you called me a, ‘Bloody psychiatrist,’ it made me start thinking.  Therefore, I’ve been volunteering over there four nights a week.  Because of you, I’m working my tail off.  Actually, I’m considering going into the psychiatric field.”  Jonathan was quiet for a bit, then leaned across the table and asked, “How about we give the French restaurant another try?”
    Lora smiled at him and said, “How about I cook supper for you Friday night? That is unless you would rather go to the French restaurant.” 
    “No, no,” Jonathan said. “Chef’ Flemming’s’ is