CHAPTER 27
I stood in the sanitary-wear aisle at the pharmacy. Noah was hanging back. I didn’t blame him. I scanned the row. So, so many different things to choose from. I walked the aisle once, looking carefully at everything as I went, hoping that something would look familiar, but it didn’t.
“I’m Andi. Can I help you?” a young-looking girl with bleached hair and a nose stud asked.
“I like that.” I pointed to my own nose. She seemed confused for a moment and then smiled.
“Thanks.”
“Did it hurt?” I carried on looking at the pink stone glinting from the side of her nose.
Andi shook her head. “Not really. Maybe like a bee sting.” And then she gestured to the products behind me. “Anything specific you’re looking for?”
“I don’t know,” I said, wondering what I would look like with a nose ring.
“Are you looking for sanitary wear?”
“I am.”
“Well, which brand do you use? If we don’t have it, I can go and check in the back. Some of the stock hasn’t been unpacked yet.”
“I actually don’t know,” I confessed. This seemed to elicit a really strange look from her. She dragged her eyes over me, up and down, and then up and down again.
“How? I mean . . . sorry, I don’t mean to offend you or anything, but you seem to be in your mid-twenties so . . . how do you not know what brand you use?”
“I lost my memory,” I said.
“You what?”
“I was in an accident a few days ago.” I pointed to my head and her eyes followed my finger there. “And I’ve lost my memory.”
“Wait . . .” She took a step forward, looking intrigued. “You have no memory? Of anything?”
I shook my head. “Nope.”
“Seriously? That’s . . . hectic.” She stepped closer to me and eyed the wound on my head.
“I don’t even know my name,” I added.
“That’s so weird.” Her face lit up, as if this was the most interesting thing she’d ever heard. And then she turned to Noah. “Are you her boyfriend or husband who is trying to make her fall back in love with you or something, like in that movie?”
I felt my cheeks go a little red at the mention of Noah as my boyfriend, and I was sure Noah’s went a little red too.
“Noah is the paramedic who saved me,” I said quickly, in case he was also feeling uncomfortable.
“That’s even better,” she gushed. “You save her life, and she has no memory, but she falls in love with you, even though she actually has a husband or fiancé or whatever in her life.”
“I don’t have a husband, or a fiancé,” I said, and held my hand up. “No ring.”
“True!” she said, looking me up and down. “And you don’t have kids either . . . although those are on the horizon pretty damn soon! Sooner than you know, actually!” She smiled at me and then looked at Noah then back to me.
“Wait, how do you know that?”
“I’m psychic.”
“Really?” I flashed Noah a look.
“Yeah, but I work here. Obviously, card reading doesn’t really pay the bills . . . I KNOW!” she suddenly gasped.
