“Tell me.”I blew out a breath in the hospital bed, trying not to lose my patience at the fragmented memories.“Just tell me what she said.”
I knew instinctively that whatever those words had been, they were vital.
Then, just as I was about to ball my hands in frustration and give up, the words she’d whispered resounded in my head, bouncing around until they were all I could hear in the world.
“I love you.”
Chapter Four
Adam
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“IHAVE SOME GOOD NEWS, Mr.Harper.”The doctor glanced up from the paperwork in her hand.
“Yes, please.”After hours sitting in the hospital bed, I was ready for some.
“Do you mind that Officer Kaspar is present for this?”She motioned to the police officer who’d entered the room.“I can ask her to leave if you prefer.”
Shifting my weight, I straightened against the pillows.It had become a little easier to prop myself up since I’d been for the MRI and finally eaten something.I’d assumed my growing strength was a positive sign.
“It’s fine,” I confirmed.“Go ahead, please, Doctor.”
“Okay.”The doctor cleared her throat.“The results of the MRI indicate the lesions in your brain are likely to have been caused by some kind of trauma, but nothing about them suggests they are recent additions.”
“So, the lesions are old?”I sighed, trying to remember something that might have happened to me as a child that would explain them.
“Historic, yes.”She smiled, a gesture that failed to reach her eyes.“Not something derived from any recent event that Officer Kaspar has mentioned.”
The doctor signaled to the third woman in the room, and I glanced at the wordless Officer Kaspar.Standing by the end of my bed, she’d been introduced by the medics, but was yet to actually speak.
“Right.”I sighed.
The doctor had mentioned that I’d suffered a recent head injury, but that part of the tale still made little sense to me.If I’d endured a traumatic head wound in the last few weeks, then I certainly couldn’t remember it.
What I had started to recall more of, though, was the striking brunette who’d been present at my arrest.I still didn’t have a name for her, but I sensed from what she’d told me before the police had carted me away, and the longing that tugged at my heartstrings whenever I thought of her, that we’d been romantically involved.
