He blinked.
Husband?
Did she just say husband?
“Mr. Alastair… William…son,” Daisy finished, her voice almost too smooth, as if she hadn’t just shattered his tenuous grip on reality.
She turned to him, her expression daring him to argue. “Alastair, this is my neighbor and very dear friend, Mrs. Farley.”
What. The. Hell.
His first instinct was to demand answers—loudly—but he bit it back. Think. Observe. Why hadn’t she informed him of this rather pertinent fact earlier?
She must have known his name then. Likely his entire history.
Rage simmered beneath the surface, a slow burn. He’d be angry later— very angry. But for now…
For now, he felt something else:Relief.
It was absurd. Infuriating. But undeniable.
He had nothing—no memories, no identity, no sense of self whatsoever.
Now he had a name.
Alastair Williamson.
The syllables settled into his mind like an ill-fitting coat. Familiar, but not quite right. He turned the name over, testing its weight, waiting for it to spark recognition.
Nothing.
And yet…
Having Daisy as his wife felt plausible.
It explained her willingness to care for him—the intimacy with which she had done so. It made sense of the undeniable pull he felt toward her.
But what else was she keeping from him?
Were they estranged? Had they had a falling-out? Had he wronged her?
Had she wronged him?
His jaw tensed. They would have a very serious discussion about all of this the moment their guest departed.
For now, he did what any gentleman in his position would do. He stepped forward.
“I apologize for my attire, madam,” he—Alastair—said smoothly, shooting Daisy a pointed, suspicious glance.
She, however, very deliberately kept her gaze elsewhere, her attention fixed on the elderly woman.
“My wife and I weren’t expecting company so early this morning,” he finished.
At that, Daisy’s lovely complexion flushed pink. He didn’t miss the way her hands twitched slightly at her sides.
Interesting.
Alastair wasn’t, in fact, wholly opposed to the notion of being married to the spirited blonde he’d come to know since waking up.
