AllFreeNovel
Share Us
The girls brightened.
I sighed. “This is why I skipped dating and went right to engaged.”
Ryan stifled a laugh.
“We’ll be back with coffee!” Rory said, stretching up on tiptoes to peck a kiss on Ryan’s cheek.
“We should get Kruger an extra-large trauma latte,” Madison said, and the other girls nodded.
I opened my mouth to argue, but Jamie cut me off. “Let them buy the damn trauma coffee.”
“Tastes pretty good actually,” Rush added.
“Yes, trauma is tasty,” I spat.
“Pissy.”
I ground my teeth together. “Someone tossed my girl down the stairs, and now she doesn’t remember me.”
“By the time we go back in there, she’ll remember everything.” Ryan tried to assure me.
At that moment, her doctor stepped around the corner, eyes searching.
“Doc,” I called, stepping through the wall of my friends. “How is she?”
I felt like my entire life dangled by a tattered thread as I waited for the answer.
The doc walked closer, mouth settling into a grim line. “I don’t have many answers,” he replied. “I haven’t been able to assess her yet, as she is very agitated and asking for you.”
I didn’t wait for him to say anything else. I took off in her direction, leaving everyone in my wake.
10
Jess
The door pushed open, and a broad-shouldered body bulldozed through. The complete lack of hesitation he embodied reassured me in a way nothing else could.
I was unsure. He was absolute.
I felt broken. He radiated strength.
I had questions. He was the answer.
I had known very little since opening my eyes, but my instincts screamed for him. And if I couldn’t trust my mind, I would trust my gut.
“Jess.” His voice was rumbly, kind of like thunder rolling over a stormy sky, and I leaned away from the nurse in favor of him as relief glazed my tattered nerves.
Tears pricked the backs of my eyes, making me blink furiously, frustration swelling in my chest until it was uncomfortably tight. Why can’t I remember?
Coming around to the side of the bed, he lowered the rail and dropped onto the edge of the mattress, holding out his arms. I leaned into him willingly, my hands fisting in the T-shirt covering his chest as I buried my face against his shoulder, letting it muffle the sob I couldn’t restrain.
“There’s my girl,” he said fondly, anchoring me against him while stroking the back of my head with his palm. “I hear you were missing me.”
I nodded, face rubbing against his chest with the movement.
You can’t miss a stranger.
But he’s not. He’s your fiancé.
