Welcome To My World (Hell Yeah!) by Sable Hunter Read Free Book Online

bit, she could’ve reached it, but she also would’ve moaned or groaned in pain and that was one thing she wasn’t ready to share with Mr. Bowie. Got it! With one finger she pulled it forward and it fell right off the shelf, right smack dab into his waiting fingers. “Yay! We did it.” No use being glum. He handed it to her and she poured it. Her height in the chair always made her seem like a child when she tried to work at the cabinets, like a little girl who wasn’t quite tall enough to be of much use to anyone.
    “Yes, we did.” He didn’t say anything else. Bowie didn’t want to make her self-conscious but as he looked around her house, he saw that it could in no way be construed as handicap friendly. Now, he was really going to worry.
    “Sit down, Bowie, please.” Since his rescue of her glassware, he was still on his feet, making her feel out of balance with him. “Here you go.” She pushed a full glass of chocolate drink toward him. “I do appreciate you driving over here so fast. It could have been worse, so I am in your debt.”
    “Nonsense.” Bowie waved it off as he settled into the straight back chair. “Now, about those complaints I need to file with you.”
    Cassie laughed, a sweeter sound he’d never heard.
    “You do realize you aged me ten years,” she chastised him. “I kept trying to imagine what I’d done wrong.”
    Bowie sobered. “You didn’t do anything wrong but I needed for you to know I came back to find you at the bar just like I said I would.”
    Cassie realized his tone had changed. He was trying to make amends, not for himself but for every guy who had let her down in the past. “Bowie, I…” She paused. Just because he was a consummate gentleman did not mean he should be required to do something he would never have chosen to do in the first place—like spend time with the crippled girl. “I enjoyed the few minutes we spent together very much.”
    “So, why did you run?” Bowie didn’t know why he was pushing it. Did he want to date her?
    Cassie could feel her cheeks grow pink. Using the same gesture she had succumbed to since childhood, she covered her face with both hands. “I guess I just didn’t know what to do with you.”
    Bowie felt a tug on his heartstrings. He couldn’t help but chuckle. “Well, I’ve never heard it put quite that way before. But I have been told I’m a handful.”
    “I bet you are,” Cassie said before she thought and then she blushed crimson.
    Bowie loved it. This reminded him of their fun exchange of one liners when they first met, before the wheelchair got in the way. “Yea, and I have heavy equipment too. Remember?”
    He was teasing her. She knew it, yet Cassie loved it. “Yea, I’d like to see your heavy equipment sometimes.” When his eyes got big as saucers, she let him off the hook. “I know about Malone Earthworks. I drove by it a while back.”
    Dang, the little Angel-face was turning him on. A team of wild horses couldn’t hold back his comment. “If you’ll give me the opportunity, I’ll show you my heavy equipment up close and personal. If you want, I’ll even let you drive.”
    Cassie knew the very second when she stepped from shallow waters to over-her-head. He wasn’t talking about dozers or tractors, he was talking about the bulge behind his zipper. And it did appear to be heavy equipment—and she would give her eyeteeth to be the kind of woman he needed. But Cassie had limitations, sexual limitations. To what extent, she really didn’t know. Honestly, she was afraid to find out. Every time she tried to touch herself, the dread of nothing happening was enough to keep anything from happening. Just the thought of a perfect man like Bowie Travis seeing her useless legs flop around and trying to coax a response from feminine flesh which might be incapable of responding was just too horrifying for words. “I’d probably mishandle your equipment. I’m not a very, uh, experienced driver.” She tried to