He came up blank, and panic joined the white noise in his head.
“Liam,” a sleepy female murmured.
Relief struck him.Liam.
“Is something wrong?Is your head sore?”
Okay.His namewasLiam, but he didn’t recall hers.
“My memory.”He paused.“I didn’t remember my name.”
“Oh.You have a concussion.You were unconscious for several days but woke up yesterday.”
A flicker crossed her face—too fast to decipher.Had he upset her?
“I’m Sienna, your mate.We’re at home.You fell.”
His mate.He twisted this information, testing and probing for associated memories.Nothing.
“Where are we?”
“My home in Cornwall,” she said.“Are you hungry?”
He paused.“Yes.”
She smiled, and he stared at her, trying to remember at least one personal thing.His mate was beautiful, with long black hair tousled from sleep and deep brown eyes.Nothing about the sprinkling of freckles on her nose or the charming dimple when she full-out grinned jumped into his mind.
She was a stranger.
“We’d better fix that.I can hear my brothers, so we’re the last awake.”She slid out of bed and stood.She wore a thin T-shirt that fell to her knees.His mate was slender, her skin tanned as if she spent a lot of time outdoors.“Did you want to stay in bed and rest, or would you like to eat with the rest of us?”
“I am tired of being in bed.”
“All right.Your clothes are in the wardrobe and the set of drawers over there.Bottom two drawers.”
She pulled on a pair of jeans, then lifted her pale blue tee over her head.A jolt went through Liam—sharp and unexpected.His body stirred with a sense of recognition, but his mind struggled to catch up.A low hum of warmth spread through him.It felt foreign, yet oddly right.
He blinked as she slipped on a navy cotton shirt, buttoning it while walking to the door.She paused, stepped back, and brushed a quick kiss across his mouth.
“See you soon.Shout if you need me.”
Liam stared after her, befuddled.He had no memory of this woman—his mate—or when or how they met.And her hesitation before she’d kissed him and her expression afterward.She’d looked contrite, which made no sense.Having a mate was a joyful thing and celebrated…
Yet, he couldn’t recall anything about their life together.Shrugging cautiously, he climbed off the bed and walked to the wardrobe.His clothes were on the right, while hers hung on the left.Neither of them owned much, not that this was a bad thing.
He rifled through his clothes, fingering each piece, but not one item triggered a credible flashback.He tugged on his jeans, and something crinkled in the right-hand pocket.A coffee receipt from Dunedin airport.He stared at it, and… Nothing.
Frowning and frustrated at his lack of answers, he plucked a black T-shirt from a drawer and tugged it over his head.Nothing about the clothing gave him any further information, so he finished dressing and padded from the small bedroom.
The rest of the cottage was compact, but everything was clean, and a subtle lavender fragrance filled the air.He followed the sound of feminine laughter and ended up standing in the doorway.Three large black cats zoomed around the outdoor table, having a fine old time with what looked like a game of chase.
Liam watched them before his attention turned to Sienna.“Where did they come from?”
Her brow scrunched.“Oh, Liam,” she said, sounding upset.“Don’t you remember?They’re my brothers.You met last night.”
He grimaced, some of his brain fog clearing as he thought back to the previous evening.He’d been tired.“I asked about their fur last night.”
“Yes, we’re feline shifters.You didn’t ask questions, so I thought you understood.We can transform whenever we want.You can too.”She paused, tilting her head as if considering something.“Try shifting because it might help your head.”
