Chapter 11

He didn't know if she'd want to see him tonight or not. She'd sounded pretty miserable on the phone which is why he'd thought the flowers might cheer her up. He'd grown up with two sisters and been married, though briefly and long ago. While he knew he never stood a chance in hell of understanding the female mind, one thing he'd learned was that when it came to feminine functions every woman was different.

In the end, the magnetic pull of seeing Lydia proved too strong for Galen to resist. By seven o'clock he found himself standing on her porch. He lifted his hand to knock, then realized that only the screen was closed and he could see her stretched out on the couch. "Lydia?"

"Galen?" She lifted what looked like a miniature satin pillow off of one of her eyes. "Haven't you learned just to come in yet?"

"Are you all right?"

"Define all right." She dropped the eye pillow on the floor as she sat up. "I'll survive and I'm not contagious."

"You look like hell." He regretted the words t