In the Weeds (Lovelight, #2)

by B.K. Borison

I ignore the stars and look at him instead, watching the way his hands curl around the arms of his chair.

Wheelchairs designed to be self-propelled basically never have arms. They get in the way when trying to roll yourself

“Life partner,” I explain, and Jenny eyeballs me as she breaks her scone in half. I don’t bother explaining.

Oh that is going to backfire when they figure out you're sleeping with the town heartthrob