She curled her hands around his arm and rested her head on his shoulder.“You bring me so much comfort.I don’t understand that either.It’s just true.”
“That means a lot to me.I want to help you through this.”
“You are helping me.More than you know.When your memory is gone, finding someone you can trust is everything.”
“I’m honored to be the one you trust.”
At the door to the bathroom, she shocked the shit out of him when she went up on tiptoes to kiss his cheek.As if she hadn’t just rocked his existence with one second of pure sweetness, she went into the room and closed the door.
Holy shit.A simple kiss to the cheek had completely undone him.No other woman had ever gotten to him the way she did, and it’d been like that from the start.He used to scoff when people said they took one look at another person and knew they were going to change their lives.Until it happened to him at Joe and Deb’s party.One look.One smile.One word.That’s all it had taken.
Every minute they’d spent together had been better than the one before.Their conversation had flowed effortlessly.They’d laughed, poked fun at each other, covered serious stuff and shared childhood memories.So many details he wished he could remember now, but they’d melded into the background of their growing connection.
How he wished he’d sounded the alarm right away when she stopped responding to him.He’d always regret that he hadn’t.
The door opened, and there she was, her face glowing from whatever potion she’d used on it, the scent reminding him of when he first met her.She wore clothing that fit her and had captured her hair in a clip that put her lovely face on full display.
“How do I look?”
“You’re beautiful.”
She eyed him skeptically.“I did what I could to hide the bruises, but you can still see them.”
“You’re beautiful.That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.”
She rolled her eyes.“If you say so.”
He extended an arm to her.“I say so.”
She curled her hand around his arm and walked slowly with him back to the sofa.
“Are you hungry?Thirsty?”
“I could eat a little something, maybe.”
“Cheese, crackers, grapes?”
“That sounds yummy.”
“Coming right up.”He took her water glass with him to refill it and got her snack ready.In an effort to recapture some of their earlier silliness, he slung a dish towel over his arm and carried the glass and plate to the living room.“Madam, your snack.”
She giggled, which pleased him greatly.“Such cute waiters you have in this place.”
“Which other one do you think is cute, too?”
“Just you.”
“Oh, thank goodness.I didn’t want to have to fight anyone.”
“Would you?”she asked.“Fight for me?”
“Hell yes, I would.”
“Why?”
“Damned if I know, but I would.Every time.”
She gave him a small, satisfied smile and ate a cracker with a slice of cheddar cheese.“That tastes good.Thanks.”
