He’s such a cuddler. Another trait I love in a man.
“Good morning,” he says.
“Morning,” I squeak.
“Do you feel like some breakfast?” His deep rumbling voice makes my hair stand on end.
It’s a voice that sounds as rich and decadent as chocolate cake.
I freeze.
And for the second time in twelve hours, recognition shoots through me. But this time, it’s a different, deeper recognition. Because his voice has haunted my dreams for the last year.
“Oh my god, it’s you,” I say.
Chapter 2
I’ve found him. Finally.
There’s such utter relief inside me that I feel like I’m going to explode.
Ever since Jared the paramedic did his vanishing act the night of the accident, part of me has wondered if he was actually real or if my imagination had just conjured up a perfect man to keep me company when I was down in the dark. Especially after I tried to track him down to give back his jacket but couldn’t find any traces of a paramedic called Jared in Hamilton.
It turns out I was looking in the wrong city.
Because it’s definitely him. I would know that voice from anywhere. I’ve replayed it constantly.
In the dim light of his bedroom, I can see he’s not as excited as I am right now.
I’m guessing he wanted a completely anonymous hookup. Little does he know how our lives have already collided.
“Jared, right?” I say.
Now he looks completely freaked out—watching your parents discover your browser historyoraccidentally sending a nude to your work group chat-level of freaked out.
“Uh…have we met before?” he asks.
“Yes. We met about a year ago. I was trapped in a car, and you taught me what a tomo was. Remember me?”
I lift my face off the pillow.
He draws back with a look of shock and horror. Which I take to mean enough makeup has rubbed off that my scars are now visible.
Poor Jared. He goes to sleep with Yoda. He wakes up with Frankenstein. Quite the change in movie franchises.
“Oh my god.” He swallows, his eyes focusing on the part of my face that has a scary resemblance to a Scream painting before he finally manages to rip his gaze away.
“Felix, right?”
I guess I should give him points for his social etiquette skills, anyway.
And I can’t help the huge smile that comes over my face. “You remember my name.”
His eyes fly back to mine. “Of course I remember your name,” he says softly.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to imply anything is inadequate about your name-retrieving skills. I just figured all your patients would blend together after a while.”
Jared’s eyes are deep and dark. “Trust me, I don’t usually spend three hours in the dark talking to all my patients.”
