Love Comes Blindly (book 5) (The Fielding Brothers Saga) Read Online Free PDF Page A

considering I enjoy that delicacy, I take it as a good sign.”
    “Indeed, it is.”
    As soon as she placed the warm bowl in his hands and gave him the spoon, he stuffed the food into his mouth like a starved man. The fact was, he could care less about feeding his tummy, instead he wanted breakfast out of the way to spend more time with Mary.
    “Good heavens, Mr. Fielding. You need to slow down before you choke yourself.”
    Once again, he enjoyed the concern laced in her voice. Since his mouth was too full to speak, he just nodded and slowed the movement his hand made from the bowl to his mouth…if only slightly.
    “I’m going to leave for a moment to help deliver these breakfast trays to the others. Will you be all right?”
    He nodded, still not daring to speak for fear of spitting the food at her.
    She laughed as she walked away. He also enjoyed the musical tone of her laugh, he realized.
    Gregg hoped she wasn’t watching him now because he started shoveling the food in his mouth faster again. When he was finished, he felt for the chair she usually sat on next to his bed and placed his bowl and spoon there. Since nothing clattered to the floor, confidence welled inside him, knowing he had accomplished one good thing this morning.
    Anxiously, he waited, counting the minutes until her return. Another nun had come by to take the empty bowl and spoon, mumbling something to him that he didn’t hear. Finally, from down the hall he heard something with a squeaky wheel coming closer to him. Just before it reached his bed, Mary’s scent of roses wafted through the air.
    He inhaled deeply and smiled. “You’re back,” he said with a sigh.
    “Yes, I am. We’ve chosen a beautiful day to walk in the gardens. The sun is shining brightly, and there’s not a cloud in the sky.”
    Her warm hand slipped around his arm and she helped him stand. He wobbled briefly, and then took small steps to the wheelchair. Once he was seated, she placed a blanket over his legs. The motion of the chair swayed and jerked him on his way outside, but he knew the minute they’d stepped out of the building.
    The sun’s warm rays warmed his body and a breeze caressed his lips, cheeks, and chin. No air had touched his eyes since the explosion, except for the times the doctor changed his bandages. Each day the physician encouraged Gregg to believe he would see again soon, but his world remained dark and unknowing.
    The only light in his dreary existence was Sister Mary. Heaven help him, but he couldn’t stop thinking of her, and he looked forward to her visits. The scent of roses surrounded him whenever she came near and stayed in his memory long after she left. When she touched him, her skin was so soft, her caress so gentle. She had a sweet, almost seductive voice. What could have made her devote her life to God?
    “We are entering the flower garden, correct?”
    “Yes, Mr. Fielding, we are.”
    He breathed deeply of the flowers surrounding them. Still her scent was lovelier than any bouquet. “Ah, this is what I needed, Mary. Being outdoors brightens my day.”
    “I’m pleased to hear that. And I would like you to call me Sister Mary, if you don’t mind.”
    “What if I do mind?” He grinned.
    She chuckled. “I would still like you to call me that, regardless.”
    As they walked, his curiosity grew, and he just had to know about her life. “Mary...uh, Sister Mary? Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?”
    “I don’t know. How personal is it?”
    “I’m wondering why you are here.
    “Why...why I’m here ?”
    There was a slight catch to her voice that made him wary. Perhaps she didn’t want to speak about her life.
    “Yes. Why did you choose God over a normal life?”
    Silence hung in the air, mingling with her deep breaths. She was uncomfortable. Would she open herself to him?
    “Mr. Fielding, I have to admit, this is the first time I’ve been asked this question by a man. Why do you want to know?”
    He shrugged.