“I’d like to talk to your supervisor. What’s his name?”
“Her. Gala Harris. Special Agent in Charge of the Portland office. But I don’t want you to contact her.” Addy shook her head, then winced and stopped. “How can I remember her just fine and not you? Or the investigation?”
He suspected both their marriage and the investigation includeda boatload of stress, and this Harris person didn’t bring along the same baggage. But he wouldn’t say that and further upset Addy. “I guess that’s just the way the brain works.”
“Yeah, I suppose.” She nibbled on her full lower lip.
Memories of kissing that lip were vivid and real, and he was powerless to look away.
She released her lip and frowned at him. Right. She didn’t want him drooling over her. Shoot, she probably didn’t what him here at all. “I’ll let you get some rest, but I want to check on you a little later. Also to see if you’ve regained any of your memory. Maybe help figure out who this guy might be who stole your phone. Would that be okay?”
“I don’t know. I mean I would like to think Ishouldwant to see you, but I...” She shrugged and continued to stare at him. “It’s just so confusing.”
He hated that his presence made her life worse, yet he had to be nearby. And to that end, he wasn’t leaving the hospital. He would be hanging out, sleeping in the lounge, and checking in with the nurses at regular intervals. “I don’t want to make things worse for you. I honestly don’t. But I need to be sure you’re on the mend.”
“Fine,” she said finally and sighed. “Stop in. It’s okay.”
He reluctantly got up and put the chair back where he found it. He faced her bed. “Thank you for talking to me. I’m sorry I’m adding stress to your already tough day. I hope you get some rest.”
She gave a brief nod, and he started for the door.
“Mack,” she called out.
He turned.
“Were we happy once?” She searched his gaze. “I mean really happy?”
The question shocked him but he made sure to hide his surprise. “Yeah. Until the PTSD ended it. Yeah. Was the best time of my life, and you said yours too.”
She tilted her head. “Seems like I should be able to remember such a special time.”
He would never forget the joyful days they’d spent together. Thought about it—about her all the time. And he wanted the relationship back. He just didn’t know how to go about it. Now with her memory loss, no matter how well he did in his PTSD therapy, that might not happen for him. Ever.
Chapter 7
THE MOMENT MACK LEFTthe room, doubt settled into Addy’s brain. Married? Was it true? Was she married to Mack? He’d looked so worried for her. Terrified, if she was right. He seemed genuine. Kind. Caring. Maybe still in love with her. But despite studying that handsome face ad nauseam, not even a spark of recognition registered in her brain. A thick five o’clock shadow darkened his jaw, and she tried to remember touching that rough beard. That scruffy hair. Kissing him. Being held by him.
Nothing. Nada. No memory.
She might have believed him when he was in the room with her, but now that he was gone, what did she feel?
She couldn’t think about that anymore. Not when she had an accident to sort out. She tapped her nurse call button and asked to have Patsy come to her room. Not more than five minutes later, the kind nurse stepped through the door.
She ran her gaze over Addy, her green eyes narrowed. “Everything okay?”
“Fine.” Addy smiled to ease her worry. “I was wondering if the doctors ran a tox screen when I was brought into the ER.”
“Not that I know of, but let me check.” Patsy stepped over to the computer in the corner and brought up Addy’s records. She ran her finger down the screen. “No. No tox screen.” She peered at Addy. “Is there something we need to know about?”
Addy suddenly felt foolish because she had no proof of being drugged, but she had to see this through. “I’m not sure. Iremembered a bit of the accident scene, and I was woozy. Way too woozy to be driving. If someone drugged me, that would explain why I ran off the road and didn’t stop.”
“It would.” Patsy frowned. “Would you like me to call your doctor and request the tests?”
“Yes. I think it’s a good idea.”
“If you were drugged, hopefully there’s still enough in your bloodstream to register it. I’ll call the doc and get the orders going.” Patsy squeezed Addy’s arm and hurried from the room.
Addy leaned back on her pillow. If any drugs were still in her system, they weren’t actively affecting her, thank goodness. Or at least she wasn’t feeling any odd effects that weren’t from the head injury. She was feeling plenty of those, but she wasn’t one to dwell on the negative.
