CHAPTER ELEVEN
“I didn’t go to a meeting tonight, Rudy.” Josh sat on the couch in the cottage. He had his leg elevated on the coffee table using pillows from the spare bedroom. This was his fourth call. He’d already spoken to his family. “I needed to rest my leg.”
“On your feet too long?” His sponsor’s tone suggested he knew the answer.
“Yes.” Jogging this morning had been a bad idea except for seeing Hope for a few minutes. He didn’t regret that part. Pain was nothing new, which was why Josh had brought the large ice packs from home. “But sightseeing today was worth it.”
Spending time with Hope had been the best part of today. Josh couldn’t get enough of her.
Or her kisses.
He’d only gotten one today—a brief one—but that had been enough.
For now.
She wasn’t looking to date. Neithe
