"Pizza's here!" Kristi sang out as she shouldered her front door closed and headed for the kitchen.

"Do I get to kiss the delivery person?" Patrick hollered back.

"No pizza unless you do," she teased.

By the time she reached the kitchen, Patrick had clumped in from the living room on his crutches. Since he lived in a duplex, with stairs, they'd decided the smartest thing was to move him into her house, which was all on one level. She'd gotten used to that very ...