“Do fallen angels wear Under Armour and Omega watches?”
“The lady inTouched by an Angeldressed like a civilian.”
“I’ve never heard ofTouched by an Angel.”
“Och,” Leigh said sadly. “You’re so young.”
“His looks are of no consequence to me. He’s an injured married man and the only thing I care about is getting him gone. But how am I going to contact Jonah’s—”
“Jonah?”
“He still can’t remember his name so that’s the name we gave him. How am I supposed to contact Jonah’s wife so that she can come and get him if I don’t know his name?”
“I’m sure his identity will return to him soon.”
It infuriated her that no one, including Jonah, seemed as concerned about his lack of memories as she was. “I don’t think so. He met with a doctor online today. Though amnesia is rare, the doctor confirmed that might be at play here.” It felt ridiculous even to say the wordamnesiaout loud since the only people she’d ever known to be struck by the condition were characters in books and movies. “Leigh. I can’t be trapped with him much longer without suffocating him.”
“Ayuh.” Leigh walked toward the cottage. “Did the doctor prescribe painkillers?”
“Yes, as well as breathing exercises. We’ve already started on the breathing exercises, but the prescription is waiting at a pharmacy in Rockland.” Rockland was on the mainland. Not close.
Leigh gave a pragmatic nod. “Is he still in need of a bath?”
“Yes. Though don’t believe him if he claims to need your help getting into the tub.”
“Remy.” A smile broke through. “It would only be in mywildest dreamsthat he asks for my help getting into a bath.”
“You’re not dreaming big enough, Leigh.”
“After he’s clean, I’ll take my boat to Rockland and come back tonight with his medicine.”
“Rockland’s more than two hours one way and you’ve spent your whole workday on the boat already. Plus the cost of fuel.”
“I’m happy to do it. We can’t allow him to suffer.”
Remy thought that, actually, she could.
They entered the cottage. “He only has one set of clothing,” Remy said, pulling her friend to a stop near the kitchen table. “My pajamas don’t fit him so I was thinking maybe we could borrow some of your clothes for him to wear?”
“Definitely no,” came a masculine voice from the bedroom.
The same wisp of Remy’s hair kept getting in her eyes today. Exasperated, she blew it off her forehead.
Leigh laid a comforting hand on her forearm. “Sit down, read, take a break. I’ve got this.” She continued into the bedroom.
Remy remained where she stood, listening.
“Jonah,” Leigh said warmly.
“Leigh,” he returned in a charming tone. “Thank God you’re here. I barely survived the night with the quirky blond sculptor.”
“You’re looking well.”
“I feel terrible. See this watch?”
“Yes.”
“Is there a pawn shop in Rockland? Because if there is, please take it, sell it, take a cut, and use the rest of the money to get me drugs and cash.”
