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ear was as sensitive as it looked. He was close enough that all she had to do was lean slightly forward before her lips —
    She sat bolt upright, mortified at the thoughts running through her mind. “This is ridiculous!”
    Nathan turned his head to look at her, so close that his mouth nearly brushed against her cheek. Catherine stood, not caring that she came close to knocking Nathan out of his seat, not caring that the man to her right was staring at her as if she had lost her mind. She pushed her way across Nathan, getting tangled in his feet and nearly tripping until he put a hand on her elbow to steady her. She ripped her arm out of his grasp and leaned over Matty, wanting to leave right that minute but knowing her irrational reaction would only hurt him.
    “I’m getting something to drink. Do you want anything?”
    “No, I’m fine.” Matty looked up at her with round eyes and she had the uncanny feeling that he saw more than she wanted him to see. “Are you okay, Mom? Your face is all red.”
    Catherine ignored Nathan’s soft chuckle as she leaned over and brushed a kiss over Matty’s forehead, assuring him that she was fine before climbing the steps to the main concourse.
    Nathan turned in his seat and followed her progress up the stairs, smiling to himself as he watched the angry sway of her hips. She looked different from when he had first seen her at the office. Her dark blond hair fell in soft curls around her shoulders, a stark contrast to the deep green sweater that she wore. She turned and looked back, and he saw the flash of fire in her brown eyes even from that distance.
    He chuckled to himself then finished scrawling his autograph and handed the flag back to the man. He turned to Matthew. “I don’t think your mom likes me too much.”
    “Nah. She likes you. Mom likes everyone.”
    “Oh, yeah?”
    “Of course. That’s her job.”
    Nathan studied the boy, surprised at his enthusiasm. The bulky wheelchair seemed out of place in an area so full of activity but Matthew didn’t seem to notice. He sat up straight, a soda in one hand as he watched the action on the ice in front of him. The jersey Nathan had sent with the tickets was too big for him, hanging on the boy’s slight frame. The way all boys wore sports jerseys, Nathan thought. His gaze traveled down, resting on the wad of denim that was neatly folded and pinned just below the knee.
    “It doesn’t hurt.”
    Nathan looked up and saw Matthew’s eyes on him, felt a rush of embarrassment when he realized he had been caught staring. He cleared his throat and offered him an awkward smile. “Sorry.”
    Matthew shrugged and took a noisy slurp of the soda. “That’s okay. Lots of people stare. I’m used to it. You can ask if you want, it doesn’t upset me.”
    “Ask you what?”
    “How it happened. Everybody does. They had to cut it off because of the tumor.”
    “Tumor?”
    “Some kind of cancer. But it’s all gone now. That’s why they cut it off.”
    Nathan felt the color drain from his face and he took a long swallow of soda to hide his embarrassment. Good Lord, what the poor kid must have gone through. It was a wonder Dr. Wilson really hadn’t thrown him out of her office the other day — through the window. At least it explained why the temperature had dropped so dramatically when he showed up tonight.
    “How long ago did it happen?”
    “Ten months ago. I’m going to get a pro — prost…a fake leg soon. Mom doesn’t think I’m ready yet, but the doctors do.”
    “How come she doesn’t think you’re ready?”
    Matthew turned to face him, a look of pure annoyance scrunching his features so comically that Nathan couldn’t help but laugh. It was the look boys of all ages used whenever they didn’t get their own way. “She doesn’t even know I know I can get one — she thinks I’m going to get hurt.”
    “Hmm. I think I can see why she’d think that. I get the idea you’re all rough and tumble.”
    “Mom says