Bold And Brave-hearted. Charlotte Maclay

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      “I see.” She twisted off the bottle cap and took a sip. The cool liquid slid down her throat; his rejection left a bitter aftertaste.

      In the silent kitchen, the cat nudged his empty dish with his nose, then padded across the room to wind his way between Jay’s legs. Ignoring the cat, Jay stared at a spot a little to Kim’s right, as if he didn’t quite know where she was standing but didn’t want to let on.

      “I think your cat’s hungry. His dish is empty.”

      “Right. I’ll take care of it.” Setting his beer on the counter, he opened a cupboard, and grabbed a box of Cheerios from a high shelf right next to a similar box of Friskies. Feeling his way with the toe of his tennis shoe, he found the cat’s dish, bent over and filled it to overflowing.

      Kim pulled her lip between her teeth. “Does your cat always eat breakfast food?”

      “What?”

      Sniffing disdainfully, Cat didn’t appear impressed with the menu selection.

      “You just filled his dish with Cheerios.”

      “I didn’t—” He picked up one of the circles, smelled it and nibbled half. “He likes variety, okay?”

      “The Friskies are in the box next to—”

      “I know that. I got confused. It happens when you can’t see anything.”

      Her heart ached for Jay, for his enormous pride that wouldn’t allow him to bend, to accept anyone’s help. “I did a story once at the Braille Institute in town. There are ways to organize your shelves and mark boxes and cans so you’ll be able to tell which is which.”

      “That seems like a helluva lot of trouble when I’m going to get these damn patches off in three or four weeks.”

      “Patches?”

      “Two of them.” He lifted the reflective dark glasses, propping them on his forehead. “Great, aren’t they? A real attractive addition to a man’s wardrobe.”

      In spite of the pain she knew he was in emotionally and the fear of permanent blindness he must be experiencing, Kim smiled. “You look like some totally radical pirate. Very dashing.”

      She wasn’t lying. With his burnished complexion, strong jaw and straight nose, he could easily be cast as a pirate hero in any Hollywood movie and scripted to steal a sweet damsel’s heart. Not that she thought of herself as a damsel, of course, but the storyline had considerable appeal.

      His full lips twitched with the hint of a smile, his mood switching back to the cheerful, determined man who’d been mowing his own yard—and making a hash of it. “You think so?”

      “Absolutely. Very dangerous and very attractive.”

      “Maybe I ought to lose the glasses. I could start a new fad with the guys at the fire station. Everybody on the job could wear eye patches.”

      “That might be stretching it a little. Hard to drive those big fire trucks when you can’t see where you’re going.”

      “The more I think about it, the more I like it.” Finding the cat’s dish again, he carried it to the counter, dumped most of the contents in the sink—the rest spilled onto the counter—and refilled it with Friskies, returning the dish to its place on the floor. “How ’bout you give me a chance to change my shirt and pants, and I’ll take you down to the station. We’ll lay the idea on the—”

      “No!” Panic shot through her. She didn’t go out in public, not since the earthquake. Not unless she absolutely had to.

      His eyebrows shot up. “What? You’re not going to let me prove to you how well I’m getting along on my own? That doesn’t seem very fair.”

      “It’s not that.” She couldn’t bear the thought of the pitying looks strangers sent in her direction and their shock when they got a good look at her scars.

      “Don’t worry about a thing. I’ll drive.”

      “You’ll what?” she gasped. “You can’t do that.”

      “Why not?”

      “Jay, you’re blind.” And possibly a lunatic.

      “So? Don’t you remember that TV commercial where the blind guy was driving a classic convertible? If he can do it, so can I.” He eased past her.

      “He wasn’t driving, Jay. He was being towed!”

      “Come to think of it,” he said as he sauntered down the hallway to what she took to be his bedroom, “I still could use some exercise. How ’bout we walk instead? It’s only a couple of blocks.”

      She was so stunned by his offer to drive, Kim forgot she didn’t want to go at all. Before she knew what was happening, he had changed into jeans and a clean shirt. He took her arm, giving her only an instant to wrap her scarf around her head and pick up the purse she’d dropped on the couch, and they were out the door walking toward the main thoroughfare running through Paseo del Real. His strides were long and confident, his attitude filled with bravado. Not unlike the way he’d been as an adolescent, she recalled.

      When they were growing up, Paseo del Real had been a quiet college town with a permanent population of about thirty thousand. That number had doubled in the intervening years. Malls had replaced strip shopping centers; a second high school had been built at the north end of town. Industry in search of cheap land and the tourist business had added a new flavor and vibrancy to the community. Tracts of new homes blossomed on what used to be farmland on the out-skirts of town, a more expensive crop than any farmer could afford.

      At the end of the block, Jay stepped off the curb just as a car was turning into the street. The driver hit his horn hard and shouted an obscenity.

      Kim yanked Jay back to the curb, virtually spinning him around.

      Visibly shaken, Jay swore. “Where did that guy come from?”

      “Around the corner. I didn’t see him either.” She’d been too involved in noting everything she could about Jay, the way his shoulders had grown broader over the years, that he’d added extra weight, all of which appeared to be muscle.

      “Dammit all. I listen for crossing cars, not somebody making a turn. He sneaked up on me.”

      “Maybe you ought to be using a white cane so they’ll watch out for you.” At least the driver might not have sworn so loudly.

      “Not a chance. I’m fine.”

      She gritted her teeth. Stubborn man. “How ’bout a Seeing Eye dog?”

      “I’ll put a harness on Cat, okay?” He turned, stepped off the curb and started off again. “Come on.”

      “Jay!”

      He halted in the middle of the residential street. “What’s wrong now?”

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