“You got your memories back,” he says, changing the subject.
“Yes, last night. I don’t know how, but all of a sudden I remembered everything.”
He shakes his head. “You’re amazing. They should be gone.”
“Maybe you didn’t do as good of a job as you thought,” I tease.
His smile... hurts. “Maybe.” Then he grows serious. “You can’t tell anyone. If Clausen finds out, we’ll have no hope.”
I roll my eyes. “Give me some credit. I already figured that out. Hey, they’re not locking you up anymore.”
He doesn’t look as relieved as he should. “They never wanted to in the first place. They only did it to make you happy. It’s a drain on resources.” My mind wanders again, and he sighs. “I’m sorry for not coming last night. Now you know why.”
“Did they just release you?”
“I came right here.”
I push myself up and move to the bathroom.
“Where are you going?”
“I don’t want your blood all over my chair.”
“How do you know there’s blood?”
I point at the red splotches seeping through his shirt, and he releases a breath.
“Oh.”
I smile when I return with a towel. “I’ll just say I cut myself shaving. It’ll be easier to explain blood on a towel than a leather chair.”
“Severe reading injury?”
“One heck of a papercut.”
“Give me that.” He grabs the cloth and rolls up his sleeve.
“The one on your chest is worse.”
“What, you’re a nurse now?”
“You’re giving me a lot of practice.”
He sends me a wry look. My humor fades the longer I study him. “What happened? That’s not from a beating.”
His veiled reaction supports my theory.
“Nothing you need to worry about.”
“No?” I touch his chest, and he gasps. “Those weird patterned wounds?”
“Wow, you really did get your memory back.”
“Is it?”
He adjusts the cloth on his arm. “I said, don’t worry about it.”
“And you already know I will.”
