Becca Jameson - Blind With Love

Becca Jameson

Published 2011

ISBN 978-1-59578-846-7

Published by Liquid Silver Books, imprint of Atlantic Bridge Publishing, 10509 Sedgegrass Dr, Indianapolis, Indiana 46235. Copyright 2011, Becca Jameson. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the author.

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Kristen Nickels has a full plate. She has reluctantly agreed to a blind date with her best friend's brother, literally blind! The timing couldn't be worse, however. She is leaving town in just days to face a difficult medical decision. A secret she has shared with no one but her boss.

Chase Edwards has been blind since the age of eight. He is currently waiting on a cornea transplant. He has wanted his sister, Margo, to set him up with her friend Kristen for quite some time, and he is far from disappointed.

The two experience instant chemistry and spend a glorious evening together. In a whirlwind twist of fate, Chase gets the long awaited call in the middle of the night that corneas are available and Kristen rushes him to the hospital, only to disappear without a trace during his surgery.

Baffled by her departure, Margo instigates a search for Kristen while Chase recovers from his transplant. But will her detective skills prove to be enough? The unexpected ending will twist the heartstrings.

To my sister, Annmarie McKenna, who seems to have literally yanked me, however unintentionally, into this crazy world of writing. And to my critique partner, Mackenzie McKade, who devoted a lot of time and ink helping me squeeze this first story out.

Are you sure?

Im sorry, Ms. Nickels. Yes.

But, sometimes youre wrong, right? Could there be a mistake? Maybe I should get another opinion. Kristen reached for her briefcase filled with medical papers on the floor next to her. From her seated position across from the third doctor she had visited this week, she glanced up at his furrowed brow. How many more opinions do you need, Kristen?

She started to get up and then paused. The air was stifling.

A large mahogany desk took up most of the office. It was so pristine she wanted to reach over and mess up the papers stacked neatly in the corner. Every item in its place, even an ink pen sat precisely situated upon forms in front of the doctor. Too bad her life felt anything other than neat and tidy right now. She was spiraling out of control.

Dr. Hanson raised an eyebrow at her, but said nothing. He just sat there in his gray pinstriped suit and waited. Even his perfectly coifed hair was in place. Grayto match his suit, his walls, and Kristens mood.

Kristen was sweating. She needed to make a decision. She couldnt put it off any longer. Time was wasting.

Okay, she stated flatly on a long exhale. Her shoulders slouched in defeat and she dropped her briefcase back on the floor. What do we do next?

No . Absolutely not! Kristen Nickels glared at her closest friend, Margo Edwards. She couldnt very well walk away from hernot while trapped in an elevator listening to Margos latest proposal.

The classy-looking brunette entwined her fingers before her, stopping short of getting down on her knees. Please? Id do it for you .

The hell you would Kristen grabbed the rail as the elevator pulled to a jerky halt, gripping her toes in her three-inch heels to keep from tumbling over. The door moaned open, but no one was there. With her luck the darn thing would probably stop at every single floor on the way to the eleventh, where they had both worked for the last five years. And it would undoubtedly get stuck between floors in a conspiracy attempt to force Kristen to listen to her friends pleadings. She should have known it was leading up to this all through their lunch break.

Look, I know its a lot to ask, but I promise my brother is awesome, and you two will get along great. I cant bear the thought of going on a blind date alone and Im just dying to meet this friend of his.

Time to buck up and put her foot down before things got out of hand. Margos whine of desperation was getting on Kristens nerves. And, was it not getting hotter by the minute in the oppressive elevator? Kristen tugged uncomfortably on the neckline of her blouse. To make matters worse, someone must have eaten their lunch on the run today, because the enclosure smelled like a tuna fish sandwich.

You know I hate blind dates. They never turned out well. Besides, Margo was aware Kristen had been extremely busy with work this month. Of course, she had no idea what else was currently eating up Kristens time and attention. But Kristen had no intention of sharing any of her private life with anyone right now, even her best friends. She just wasnt ready. Oh, who was she kidding? She didnt want to deal with their pity. The looks they would send her way when they thought she couldnt see them. Why is she asking me to do this?

Yes, but this wouldnt be the same as a real blind date. Its my brother. Heshes like aa brother. Besides, you wouldnt be alone. Id be there too, and Ryan. Margo tilted her head and drawled the word Ryan like he was the object of the affections of a sixth grader. Did she think this was a persuasive argument?

Margo, look, you are one of my dearest friends. Id do almost anything for you, but blind dates always turn out bad for me, and a double date with your brother is still a blind date for me. Ive never even met him. And, who is this guy you are dying to meet? There. Way to hold your ground, Kristen. You dont have time for this right now.

Ryans a friend of my brothers. Ive seen him, well, even been introduced to him, a few times when Ive gone by my brothers office. Chase always talks about him

Thats funny. You never talk about Chase. I dont know anything about your brother. What, is he ugly? Old? Fat

Blind. Margos voice softened. Her bright blue eyes grew misty. Hes blind.

Kristens jaw dropped as she sucked in a quick breath, silencing her tirade. Stunned, she looked down at her prim black skirt and picked at an imaginary piece of lint. Seriously?

Margo nodded. Yes.

Could I possibly feel like more of an ass right now? Kristen didnt know how to respond. But she was definitely losing ground. The elevator opened and a man in an Armani suit stepped in. No one spoke as the elevator crawled to the next floor and the man exited.

Margo cleared her throat. Listen, like I said, I know its a lot to ask But I promise youll have a good time. I didnt want to tell you about his disability because I didnt want it to influence your decision. I was hoping I could convince you to go without playing the blind card. Its just dinner She paused. Screw it. Ill get Theresa or Sally to go. Dont worry about it.

Yes, I could possibly feel like more of an ass.

Kristens shoulders drooped. No, no, no. Ill go. This Friday, right? That was pushing it. She had so much to do before Sunday. Guilt rode her, but in all honesty, Margo had a way of talking Kristen into almost anything. The last time the two went out on a double date, Kristens escort was so into himself he didnt shut up the entire evening. Hed gone on and on about his important job as an accountant, his BMW, his house in the suburbs. Kristen winced at the memory. Shed gotten exhausted from listening to him. Hed never once asked about her . Granted, hed been a friend of the guy Margo was dating at the time. Not someone Margo had personally set her up with. But still