“At first, no. But then my grandmother decided I needed something to do that would keep my mind off what was happening with my father, so she wheeled me outside early one morning, gave me a basket I could hold in my lap and then told me about each rose in her garden as she pushed my wheelchair, occasionally stopping to cut a bloom. By the time she finished, the basket on my lap was filled with the most amazing colors…and their scent…oh my, so delicious.”
“You must have been very sick if you couldn’t walk.”
“I guess I was…although I didn’t realize it at the time. It was also the reason I lost my magic…no one even thought it could happen but once I was on the road to recovery, my mother discovered it was gone… a side effect no one expected.”
“Were you sad when you found out?”
“No…not really. More angry than anything else. It was one of the reasons my grandmother wanted me to stay with her. My mother didn’t have the time to help me learn how to deal with the loss.”
“But your grandmother did, I’m guessing.”
Smiling softly, Brady nodded. “Her lessons have stood me in great stead throughout my life…along with her love of roses. So you see, the Fates gave me the perfect mate because your scent gives me a sense of home, love, and the hope everything will work out in the end. I couldn’t ask for anything better than that.”
