Instead I clenched my fists on my knees and said, “I was sedated yesterday. I kept trying to get up, and they didn’t want me to move. So they forced me to stay in bed by sedating me. Today, I woke up, and no one would tell me anything about you. I pretended to swallow the pill that would keep me somewhat under control and spat it out the moment the nurse was out of the room. When the nurses weren’t paying attention to me anymore, I came this way. I’m sorry I didn’t get here sooner.”
“It’s okay.” She gestured toward my arm. “What happened?”
“We were in a car wreck,” I answered. “The truck hit my side. Dislocated shoulder and hip.”
“Oh.” She pressed her hands to the side of her face. “That explains this.”
I swallowed hard.
“Are we happily married, Boone?”
I cleared my throat. “So happy it hurts.”
She smiled. “Maybe you can tell me everything.”
Twenty-Four
Becoming a parent means being prepared to kill the spider. I’m not sure if I can do that.
—Nettie to Boone
Nettie
I had no memory of my entire life.
If that wasn’t crazy as hell, I didn’t know what was.
Even crazier, I was currently in the car with a man who’d not only gotten me pregnant, but also married me.
The first time he’d walked into my hospital room, I’d seen him and been flabbergasted. I’d nearly sucked red Jell-O down my windpipe.
As it was, that Jell-O had melted in my wide-open mouth as I took the man in.
The woman in my room, my sister apparently, had told me about him. She’d told me that he was a great guy and that he was the love of my life. Had been so since I was fourteen and he’d walked into the cottage that I’d been standing in at the time.
I could see why I’d been enamored with the man.
He was tall, dark, and had eyes so brown that they reminded me of dark chocolate.
Over the last few days, we’d recovered together.
I still wasn’t allowed to have a television or my phone—not that I knew what I’d do on it anyway since I couldn’t remember anything. Not a password. Not a face. Not a name. Nothing.
Which was crazy, because I could come up with words no problem. I knew that the sky was blue and the grass was green. I knew I was in Montana. I knew all about the game of soccer.
But that was it.
As we drove down the long, winding driveway that would lead to Boone’s and my place, I took every single thing in. The way that the grass was well-manicured and tidy against the driveway. The way that just a little bit farther off the driveway, there was a lush forest of wildflowers.
“You asked me once to plant you a field of wildflowers so that the bees could always flourish when they were near,” he said when he saw my gaze’s direction. “You heard that bees were dying at an alarming rate because of the manicured lawns that everyone keeps. I got rid of most of my grass and put in that wildflower mix. There are bees here every summer now.”
Wow.
“Oh,” I breathed.
When we got up to a split in the drive, he took a left and parked underneath a covered parking area that had the house on the left side and a second building on the right.
“What’s this?” I pointed toward the second building on the right.
