“What’s her name?”
“Bonnie.”
I nodded, even though it didn’t ring any bells. “She looks like a nice person.”
“She is. One of the nicest women I know.” He moved the phone, swiping his finger over it to find another photo. “She really liked you.”
I didn’t know what to say to that. What do you say to a statement like that?
Great. I’m sure I loved her, too?
“This is us about a week after you moved here. We were hiking up in one of the canyons.”
I tilted my head slightly as I looked at the picture. I was dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, a red and black fanny pack around my waist. I thought I recognized the shorts, but that was about it.
“And this was our engagement party.”
The picture he showed me then was of the two of us standing with a group of strangers. A dark-haired woman. His mother. Margaret. Another dark-haired woman. A thin, squirrely looking man. A couple with their arms wrapped around one another.
This was just confusing me more than it was helping.
I sat back and rubbed my hand over my head, the feel of the thin stubble that now covered my head as disconcerting and foreign as the faces in these photos. My leg ached, and the skin under the plaster itched like crazy. My shoulder ached; my arm was cramped from the sling where it was constantly stuck. And my head felt like I had the world’s worst headache.
I wanted to be anywhere but here. I wanted to go home, to surround myself with people I knew, people who knew me. I wanted my life to go back to some sort of normal.
And when I looked at Xander, I wished I could give him back the woman he was clearly missing.
He wasn’t looking at me. He was scrolling through the pictures, clearly lost in his own memories of those moments. I felt bad because I felt like I was letting him down. I was trying. Really, I was trying to remember who I was. I wanted to remember. But it just wasn’t happening.
“What happened to the ring?”
He looked up, tilting his phone slightly so that I could see that he was looking at yet another of those ridiculous selfies of the two of us. Only in this one I was smiling at the camera and he was looking at me, an adoring look in his eyes.
How could I forget a man who would look at me that way?
“The ring?”
“You said we were engaged. We were already planning the wedding. So what happened to the ring?”
He set his phone on the coffee table and stood, walking over to the entryway. He stepped just out of sight and was back in a second, a small black box in his hands.
“They took all your jewelry off at the hospital.”
He handed me the box and sat beside me again, a look of expectation on his face.
I wasn’t sure I wanted to see the ring. Would it bring back memories? Or would it just be a ring, another part of my past I couldn’t remember?
I popped open the box and gasped a little as I stared at the impressive ring inside. It was a large, heart-shaped diamond set in platinum. It was one of the most beautiful things I’d ever seen. The diamond itself was so clear…I didn’t know anything about diamonds, but even I could tell he’d spent a great deal of money on this ring. Not that money really mattered, but still…it was impressive.
I slid it out of the box and had a suddenly flash of memory:
“I think four would be the perfect number. Two boys. Two girls.”
“Four? Are you sure we could handle that many?”
“If you can handle me, you can handle a whole houseful of kids.”
He laughed. “Then why stop at four. We could have eight or nine. A whole baseball team!”
My hands started to shake. I thought for a moment that I might drop the ring.
“Hey…you okay?”
I looked at Xander, and I could see the laughter dancing in his eyes as it had the night we became engaged.
“We were supposed to have dinner with one of your clients. But when we got to the restaurant, you had rented the whole place for the night. There was a violinist and roses everywhere…red and yellow and that odd blue color that you said was twice as expensive so it must be the best.”
His eyes widened. “You remember?”
“You got down on your knee as soon as we walked inside because you said you were so nervous you were afraid you’d lose your courage if you didn’t do it immediately. And I told you that you should have waited because if I’d said no, it would have spoiled the dinner you arranged.”
He nodded. “And I said that if you’d said no, I wouldn’t have wanted to have food in my stomach anyway because I would have been as sick as a dog.”
“But we ended up not eating because you just wanted to come home.”
He nodded again, the excitement in his eyes bringing more and more of the memory back to me.
I remembered the feel of his hand on my thigh as we drove back to the house. The taste of his lips as he kissed me while he fumbled with the front door. We didn’t make it up the stairs. We…a blush burned my cheeks when I realized I was sitting where we made love that night. The first time, anyway. And then we lay in bed, our fingers intertwined, planning our future.
“You wanted to go to the justice of the peace the next morning, but I told you my parents would kill us if we didn’t get married in a proper church.”
He touched my cheek, his fingers moving over my jaw with a gentleness that felt so familiar. “And I agreed because I knew it would make you happy.”
“It did.” I sighed. “I can remember how it felt when I opened that box. I remember the things you said to me, the way that felt. I just…it’s like someone took my life and cut it into little pieces and scattered the pieces in the wind.”
“It’ll come back.”
“I was happy,” I said. “So very happy.”
“We both were.”
His hand moved around my jaw, and his fingers buried themselves in my hair. I knew he was going to kiss me. And I knew what it was going to feel like. But when his lips brushed mine, I wasn’t prepared for the fireworks that seemed to explode inside of me. He tasted like caramels and salt, like a day at the beach, a lazy afternoon in the sun. He felt familiar, but new all at the same time. His kiss was nothing like the wet, invasive kisses I’d shared with Philip.
How could I forget this? I could I forget a man who was so romantic, so kind, that he would rent out an entire restaurant for me? How could I forget the man I’d planned my entire future around, the man whose children I so desperately wanted to have? And I did want them. I could feel it in that memory. I could feel the need that burned inside of me, the yearning for something that only he could provide.
I slid closer to him, maneuvering my plaster-covered leg with a little difficulty. I hated that I only had one hand with which to touch him, but I was so glad to be able to touch him at all. I ran my hand along his chest, sliding my fingers over his throat to feel his pulse pounding just under his warm flesh. And then I buried my fingers in his hair, tugging him closer to me. I wanted him closer. I felt so safe with him close to me.
“God, I’ve missed you,” he whispered against my lips.
And that threatened to make my heart burst.
His hand found its way to my hip, as he kissed my throat, my heart pounding as tingles of pleasure chased themselves up and down my spine. Then his fingers were under the bottom hem of my shirt, dancing up along my ribs, teasing me as they brushed the bottom of my bra and then danced back down. My nipples tightened, my body aching to feel his touch. As far as I knew, I’d never wanted anything as much as I wanted his mouth on my throat, his hand on my breasts.
His mouth found mine again, and I wanted nothing more than to explore his deepest secrets. A little voice at the back of my head warned me that this might be too fast. I barely knew this man. But, then again, I’d spent a little more than a year loving this man. I was engaged to him, planning a wedding, a life together. How could this be moving too fast?
His
fingers had just begun to tug at the back of my bra, searching for a way to get it open, when the doorbell rang.
I groaned. “Ignore it.”
He ran his fingers over my skull, playing with the fuzz that was slowly turning into something like hair.
“It might be the physical therapist. He said he was going to stop by sometime today to introduce himself and explain what he was going to be doing for you.”
“He can come back.”
Xander smiled, even as he slowly untangled his limbs from those of mine that still worked properly.
“That’s the Harley I know,” he said somewhat flippantly.
I liked it. I didn’t want him to censor himself anymore. I wanted him to treat me the way he would have the old Harley. And this was definitely a good start.
He disappeared into the entryway again. I heard the door open and a man’s voice demand, “Where is she?”
And then chaos exploded.
Chapter 12
Xander
I couldn’t believe she remembered the day I proposed!
For a minute there, the old Harley was back. I could see it in her eyes, the way she looked at me as she remembered that night. My Harley.
I knew it would work. I knew bringing her home and surrounding her with familiar things would bring her back. It took longer than I expected, but she was finally coming back. And soon, we could get back to the way things were. We could get on with the rest of our lives.
And then the doorbell rang.
I should have listened to her. I should have ignored it.
“Where is she?”
It was Harley’s parents.
“Dr. Alistair—”
“Get out of my way!”
He barged past me, Amanda looking at me with a mixture of anger and embarrassment. I just stepped back.
What would have been the point of trying to stop them?
“Harley?”
“Dr. Alistair yelled up the stairs before continuing on to the sitting room. I followed, somewhat reluctantly. Amanda did the same, brushing past me when she caught sight of Harley on the couch.
“Harley,” she said, sitting beside her, her hands running over Harley’s head as though looking for physical evidence of the fractured skull.
“What have you done?” Dr. Alistair demanded, spinning around to confront me rather than go to his daughter as his wife had done. “Why didn’t you call us? Why did we have to hear secondhand about this?”
“I tried. But you were on your cruise and I didn’t want to upset Shelly and Charlie.”
“You could have contacted the cruise line. You could have called our attorney. You know he always knows how to contact us in an emergency.”
I shook my head, watching as Harley accepted a hug from her mother.
“You should have called.”
“I called the house and spoke to Shelly.”
Dr. Alistair slammed a finger into my chest. “And bringing her here? What the hell were you thinking? You had no right!”
“He’s my fiancé, Daddy,” Harley said.
“Is that what he told you?” Dr. Alistair asked, not bothering to look at his daughter. He was too busy staring at me. “Is that the lie he chose to tell?”
Confusion immediately blossomed on Harley’s face.
“But I remembered the day he proposed. It was really romantic. He rented out a restaurant—”
“We know, dear,” her mother said soothingly—in the same voice I imagined she used with the big animals in their veterinarian practice.
“I don’t understand.”
“He’s lying to you, Harley,” Dr. Alistair said. “He’s using your accident to take advantage of you. If you could remember everything that’s happened over the last couple of months—”
“But I can’t. I’ve got a type of amnesia.”
“We know,” Amanda said. “We spoke with your doctor.”
“How did you find out about all of this, anyway?” I asked. But I was pretty sure I already knew.
“Margaret. Margaret Wallace called us.”
I nodded, wondering briefly why it had taken her so long. It was just like Margaret to ruin everything for me. She’d done it so many times before; why would I even think she wouldn’t do it this time, too?
“Margaret?” Harley said.
“She called the office and told us everything,” Dr. Alistair said. “How the hospital called you because of some emergency contact card Harley probably forgot was in her fanny pack, and how you decided not to call us right away. She also told us about you bringing Harley here, hoping it would help her remember what she’s forgotten. But if you’d just taken her to her apartment—”
“My apartment?” There was panic in Harley’s eyes as she looked at me. “You said I lived here.”
“You do,” I assured her.
“No,” Dr. Alistair said, “you don’t.”
He seemed to actually relish the moment. Why was I surprised? The man had never liked me. He’d probably prayed every day from the moment we met that Harley would break up with me. He likely threw a party on the day he found out Harley called off the wedding and moved out.
“You broke it off with him three months ago,” Amanda said, as she patted her daughter’s hand. “A week before the wedding.”
“He’s not your fiancé, darling,” Dr. Alistair added. “In fact, you had a restraining order against him that expired the day before the accident.”
And there it was. It was all out in the open now.
What was that old saying? Out of the frying pan and into the fire.
That was me. Back in my own personal hell.
Chapter 13
Harley
“He’s not your fiancé,” my father said, the words swirling around in my head as the air was sucked out of the room. “In fact, you had a restraining order issued against him that expired just a day before the accident.”
I stared at his familiar features, trying to make sense of what he was saying. I knew him, knew every inch of his face. There were a few new wrinkles that weren’t there the last time I remembered seeing him, but he was still my father. And my mom, sitting beside me holding my hand, was the same as she had always been. And then there was the man standing just inside the room, a shadow darkening his handsome features. Less than ten minutes ago I was kissing that man, touching him. Convinced that he was the man I pledged to marry months ago. But the thing is, I don’t remember him. In fact, I remember very little about the last three years of my life. More than I did when I woke from a medically induced coma, but not enough.
I was in an accident weeks ago. Xander told me I’d been jogging when I was hit by a car that forced me into a tree. I had an injury to my head, and I was in a coma for fifteen days before I finally woke up with a cast on my leg, several broken ribs, a broken clavicle, and the last three years of my life completely erased.
I woke to an impossibly handsome man staring at me. Xander Boggs. My fiancé.
I had no idea who he was.
He told me we were in love and I’d lived in this house with him and we were planning our wedding when the accident happened.
Well, he said we were planning our wedding. He never actually said when or where or how. In fact, he never told me any details about the wedding itself.
“I don’t understand.”
My mom patted my hand. “I know it’s confusing, sweetheart. That’s why we’re here. We want to take you home.”
My father knelt in front of me. “You’ll be safer back in Texas with us.”
“Is that what you’re worried about? That I’ll hurt her in some way?” Xander asked.
“You already have,” my father said. “How dare you convince her that your engagement was still on!”
“The doctor—”
“Don’t talk to me about doctors,” my father said, standing to confront Xander. “You never should have been at the hospital in the first place. Why didn’t you call us? Why didn’t you let her famil
y know what was happening?”
“I tried. You were on a cruise—”
“You could have called our attorney!”
“And I could have hired a pilot to fly out to your cruise ship and bring you back.”
The sarcasm dripping from Xander’s voice was so different from the man I’d been getting to know over the past week or so. I could see anger rushing over my father’s face, anger mixed with something that was a lot like hatred. I didn’t understand. If I was going to marry this man…
“Why was there a restraining order?”
Everyone turned to look at me, as though they’d forgotten I was in the room. My father almost smiled. My mom seemed a little chagrined. And Xander…the color drained from his face.
“Because he wouldn’t leave you alone,” my father announced.
“I was trying to convince her to come back to me.”
“You were harassing her!”
“I was romancing her.”
My father laughed, the sound bitter and darker than anything I’d ever heard come out of his mouth before. “You waited for her outside her place of work every day for two weeks. And then you parked outside her apartment and chased her into the building when she wouldn’t talk to you, breaking the glass on the security door when she managed to get away from you.”
None of this rang a bell for me. Yet, I could see from the look on Xander’s face that there was truth to it.
I may not remember him, but he had a surprisingly expressive face. And that face was telling me there was some truth to what my father was saying.
“You didn’t want to have anything to do with him, Harley,” my father said. “You wanted to finish your obligation to that art project, and then you were coming home. Your mother already had your bedroom all fixed up back at the house.”
I looked at my mom, and she nodded. “You were coming home at the end of the month.”
“I don’t understand,” I said again. “Why did we break up?”
I remembered our engagement, remembered lying in bed with him talking about the children we would have one day. He said a baseball team would be fine with him and I objected, insisting that two was a perfect number. I remembered that. And all the pictures he’d shown me…we seemed so happy in them all. We were always laughing, always smiling at each other. His arm was always around my shoulder, my waist, or his fingers intertwined with mine. I must have loved him.
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