—Helen Keller “WHAT’S WRONG?” NATHANIEL asked, his smile fading as she drew closer. “Are you afraid of heights?” “No,” she said, each step toward him heavier than the next. “I’m afraid of flying.” He gave her a hesitant half-grin. “Are you sure you don’t want to even try?” Her gut wrenched with indecision. Nathaniel had looked so excited when he first saw her. She glanced at the open picnic basket that he had placed on the ground by his feet and saw sandwiches, red grapes, cinnamon rolls, and two plastic glasses. Dear God, she didn’t want to disappoint him, didn’t want to ruin things between them before they even got started. Kim looked from him to the balloon, then back to the hope in his beautiful blue eyes. He pulled away from her gaze and shrugged. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know. I got the idea when I carried one of your paintings out to the Cupcake Mobile during the fire.
