Amazon link: When Love Walks
In their continuing story, Logan and Elora’s relationship is tested, yet again, in the much-anticipated sequel to When Love Breaks.
Elora has never thought of Logan’s physical disability as a problem. She’s been nothing but supportive and has always tried to reassure him that she loves him just the way he is. So, when his attitude toward her begins to change, she can’t help but rethink her role in his life.
After getting a job as a nurse at a local hospital, she meets a handsome doctor, who seems very fond of her. When Logan’s interpretation of her coworker’s affections is opposite of hers, a rift is formed between them, and their strong connection begins to crumble.
Logan, who is beginning his career as a Physical Therapist, struggles with his insecurities, and a panic sets in when he realizes another man could easily lure away the love of his life. As self-doubt replaces reason, he tries everything he can think of in his attempt to hold onto her, but will it be enough? Add in several other obstacles, and you have a recipe for the perfect storm.
Can their love survive this ultimate test? Can Logan get past his fears enough to let her love him? Will Elora be able to overlook his seemingly unjustified jealousy, or will love really walk away for good?
I open my eyes to a brightened bedroom. It’s a gloriously sunny day. The sunshine streaks through the windows as a welcome wake up call, and I yawn and stretch, feeling especially spry this morning. It’s moving day. I glance over at Logan, who’s still asleep. He looks so relaxed and carefree. I giggle quietly as I admire him. Tentatively, I reach out and gently run my fingers through his unruly, brown hair. He stirs, so I stop. Once he settles back into sleep, I graze his stubbly cheek with my fingers. He makes a funny face, and I have to cover my mouth to stifle my snicker. I could do this all day. I reach over to touch his cheek again, when my wrist is quickly snared by his hand. I yelp in surprise.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he says with a sleepy smirk.
“I’m admiring you while you sleep,” I say, not even trying to hide my mischievous grin.
He brings my hand to his lips, kisses the back of it, then places it on his bare chest, covering it with his.
“That’s not really fair, you know. If I’m asleep, I can’t repay the favor.” His fingers find their way around mine, as we entwine them. Suddenly, a realization comes across his face. “It’s moving day,” he says as he grins from ear to ear. His excitement warms my heart, and I know I made the right decision.
“Yes, it is. Are you ready for some hard labor?”
“I’ve been ready for this hard labor for at least a year and a half.” His broad smile is infectious, as I mirror his expression. “I’m glad I finally talked you into it.”
“More like badgered me until I caved.” His mouth twists. “What? I would’ve agreed eventually. I just wanted to be sure you were the one.”
“And am I the one?” he says, as he kisses my neck.
I pause before giving my answer and he stills. I want to make him sweat, but I’m not that good an actress, so my broad grin leaves gaping holes in my plan.
“I’m still debating. I’ll let you know.”
He shakes his head, playfully admonishing me, then dives back down toward my neck where he begins growling and tickling me.
“You’re lucky I love you,” he says after ending his tiny torture session.
“Yes, I am.” I smile and kiss him. “What time is your brother coming over to help?”
He looks at the clock.
“I think I told him to be here at ten, but since he’s been dating Jenna, he seems to have lost the concept of time.” I giggle, understanding how being with the one you love can cause that side effect.
“Well, we should get up and get ready then.” I pull back the covers on my side and start to sit up.
“Oh, no you don’t,” he says while grabbing me around the waist and pulling me into him. “We have something to do first.” I squeal and giggle as he, in one smooth motion, flips me onto my back then straddles me, pinning my hands down on either side of my head. He gazes lovingly down at my grinning face. “I can’t wait to do this with you every morning.” Then, he leans down and plants a tender kiss on my lips. My heart melts at his sentiment, and I’m lost to his touch.
“Where does this box go?” I ask while carrying the cumbersome load. With her hand on her chin, she looks around.
“I think that one goes in here,” she says, pointing to the living room. I walk in and set it next to the other dozen boxes designated for the same room. She’s deep in thought, with her back to me, when I sneak up on her. She squeals in surprise, as my arms engulf her from behind.
“I think I know where this one goes…in the bedroom,” I say with devious intent. She turns in my arms, lacing her fingers behind my head, and smiles coyly.
“Oh, really, Mr. Turner?” I smile and nod slowly. “Well, we have a lot more boxes and things that need to be moved in, before I can let myself be distracted by the likes of you.” She giggles at my defeated expression, then kisses the tip of my nose as if to console me. “There, there. We’re almost done.” I release her, knowing that the longer it takes to move her things into my house, the longer I’ll have to wait for the reward for my efforts.
“Fine, I’ll keep working, but with all of your stuff, it’s really a good thing my house is so big.” Her mouth pops open and soon, a nearby pillow gets chucked at me. I grin as I dodge it, then walk back out to the moving truck. Michael is heading toward the front door with another box in hand and, as he passes me, he purposely knocks up against my shoulder.
“Hey, bro, you going to the game tonight? I still have that extra ticket,” he says.
“I don’t know. I’d really like to get Elora settled in. We’ll most likely be at it all night.” He smirks and, knowing how his perverted mind works, I feel the need to clarify. “Unpacking boxes.”
“Sure, sure.” He winks. “Well, I’m leaving at six, so you have until then to decide.”
“Okay. I’ll let you know.”
“What will you let him know?” Elora asks as she walks out onto the front porch.
“Oh, it’s nothing. It’s just some minor league baseball game Michael has tickets to.”
“So, go if you want to. I’ll be fine unpacking by myself.”
“I don’t want to leave you alone on your very first official night here,” I say, wrapping one arm around her shoulders then, kissing her temple.
“Logan, we’ll have plenty of nights to be together here. I wouldn’t want you to give up your guys’ night out for me.”
“I’m not exactly giving it up. I’m not sure I even want to go.”
“Yeah. He wants to unpack boxes with you,” Michael says, putting air quotes around the words.
I shoot him a death stare but hear Elora snicker.
“Look, it’s fine with me either way. If you want to go have fun with your brother, go ahead. I’ll just be sitting around here trying to figure out which drawer to put my panties in.” She smirks, then winks. I abruptly turn to Michael.
“I’m out. If you need me, I’ll be helping Elora with her panties,” I say, grinning like a loon. Michael rolls his eyes and smiles.
“I can’t say I blame you.”
As I finally finish unloading the last of the boxes, I find Elora with her eyes closed, sitting on the couch. I plop down beside her and prop my legs up on the coffee table.
“Are you tired?” I ask. She nods.
“It’s overwhelming—the amount of stuff you can accumulate over the years. Where on earth are we going to put it all?” she says, as she surveys the dozens of boxes in front of us. I place a reassuring hand on her thigh.
“We’ll find room. Besides, that’s what basements are for.” She glances at me as her mouth twists. I clear my throat. “I mean, for my bachelor pad décor,” I clarify. She smiles and looks back at the piles.
“I guess.” She sighs, defeated. “Where do we start?”
“How about if we start tomorrow?” I say, kissing her temple. Just then, the doorbell rings. She looks at me quizzically.
I stand and walk toward the door.
“It’s our dinner,” I say with a smile. She cocks her head to the side as if she didn’t hear me correctly. Opening the door, a young man, carrying a large white paper bag, stands before me.
“Delivery for Mr. Turner,” he says, as he holds out the package.
“Thank you.” I pull out my wallet and hand the guy some cash. “Keep the change.”
“Thank you, Sir,” he says with a grin.
I close the door and turn to see Elora walking toward me.
“What did you do?”
“I knew you’d be tired from moving today, and I didn’t want you to feel obligated to cook, so I ordered us dinner from that new restaurant down the street.” I set the bag on the kitchen counter, then turn around just as she snakes her arms around my waist.
“How thoughtful,” she says, and my arms find their way around her as well. “Where did you come from?” Her appreciative expression warms my heart. I love to see her happy.
She laughs and lays her head on my chest.
“Thank you. This is perfect.”
I rest my chin on the top of her head and exhale contently. I’ve never been more happy to be alive.
“So, when do you start your new job?” I ask after taking another sip of wine. We’re both sitting on the floor, in the living room, eating our meal. Elora thought it would be more cozy, and I couldn’t agree more.
“Not soon enough,” she says. “I just hope I’m ready for all that the ER has to offer.”
“It’s going to be hectic.”
“You’re going to be frustrated more times than not.”
“I know that too, but a job is a job, and until something less stressful comes my way, I’ll take it.”
Reassuringly, I place my hand on her knee.
“You’re going to be great. You’ll see.” I wink at her, and she smiles slightly.
“How can you be so sure?”
“Well, you had to put up with my grouchy ass for all that time when you were my home health aide. Surely anything would pale in comparison.” She laughs, a little too loudly, as my words probably ring true in her mind.
“You can say that again!” she says, then nudges me with her elbow. I pretend to be wounded, but she just rolls her eyes and giggles.
“I love you. You always know what to say.”
“Pff! Not always, but I’d do anything to see you smile.”
She smiles shyly at me, so I smile back. Her smile then turns into a cheesy grin, which I mimic, and she laughs. She crosses her eyes and sucks in her cheeks, so I puff out my cheeks and cup my hands on either side of my face, moving them back and forth, pretending to have gills. Then, she pokes out her tongue and puts her thumbs into her ears, wiggling her fingers erratically. I suddenly launch myself at her, tackling her onto the carpeted floor. Her long, brown hair splays out around her as she squeals and giggles, having not seen it coming. I lie on top of her, pinning her wrists down on either side of her head.
“Oh, Miss Foster, your delectable tongue was too much of an invitation,” I say, raising my eyebrows twice. My whimsical expression then turns lustful. “I’ve just figured out what I want for dessert.” My mouth heads straight for her neck, where I begin a slow, torturous seduction, kissing and sucking my way to the other side. At first she giggles, clamping down on my invasion, but soon, her body’s natural instincts kick in, and she tilts her head back to give me better access. A soft moan escapes her lips, which turns up my desire, and I continue my advances.
Suddenly, a commotion at the door startles both of us, and I’m forced to stop my seduction and release her hands to look in the direction of the noise.
“Oops. Sorry, guys,” Michael says apologetically, as he enters through the front door.
For God’s sake, he doesn’t even live here anymore, and he’s still being a cock block.
“Michael, what the hell are you doing here?” I snap, irritated at the disruption. I feel Elora pat my shoulder, silently telling me to take it easy on him.
“I, um, forgot something in the basement. I’ll be gone in a minute.” He attempts to divert his eyes, as he passes us on his way to get it.
As I lay my forehead on Elora’s shoulder and groan, I hear a soft giggle, so I look up. Her face splitting grin is not what I expected to see.
“What?” I ask, and she giggles again. “It’s not funny. He’s an asshole.” But, she laughs again. I scoff at her. How can this be funny? Soon, her amusement causes a small grin appear on my face. Soon after its appearance, a smile arrives. Before I know why, I’m laughing right along with her as I shake my head at the absurdity of it all. “It’s still not funny.”
“Yes, it is. Someday, we’ll look back at this moment and be glad for it,” she says.
“That is absolutely never going to happen,” I insist, but even as I say it, I know that any time spent with my girl, even times that are interrupted by an inconsiderate buffoon, are memories I hope will never fade.