Page 56 of Hostile Saint

She finally giggled, still touching my face. “Has anyone ever told you you’re adorable?”

You have. I nodded, the bagged milkshake now swaying into my neck.

Her thumb gently touched one of my dimples. “These are so cute I could kiss them.”

I’m so okay with that. My smile grew.

She stared at me adoringly. “Have you ever met someone… and could swear you already know them?”

The day I found you across a courtyard at school, my little Lucey.

Her hands finally released my face, taking the bag from my mouth. “By the way I’m talking, you must think that I belong here.” She kept the bag on the outside of the bars, resting it on the concrete sill.

“Not one bit. If you’re what some consider crazy, I want to be crazy, too.”

Shoulders softened with relief. “Thank you. That means more than you may know. I, uh, don’t remember who I am.”

“Damn. That sounds tough.”

Her finger tightened on the bag as she quietly admitted, “It is. I don’t even know my name.”

It’s Lacey.

“Doctor Landon gave me the name Vera… until I remember.”

“Vera, eh? Hmmm.”

“What? Not a good name?”

I smirked. “Doesn’t fit you.”

“Oh yeah?” she challenged, “What would you call me then?”

The love of my life. “Pretty Girl.”

She gasped, then her eyes drifted as if slipping into deep thought.

Remember me, baby.

After a moment of silence, she tapped the bag. “Is this for me?”

I teased, “Nope. That vanilla shake is for me.”

She grinned. “Will you at least share?” I went to open my mouth to tell her no, but she read my mind and teased, “I’ll call security.”

“I think I could share.”

She giggled, quickly catching herself as if laughing was a bad thing.

“Did you just laugh? I see the sugar is working before you’ve even had a sip.”

Incredible hazel eyes met mine… “Tate, thank you for coming.”

Anytime. Anywhere. Forever. “No problem. In fact, I’m hoping you like the shake so much, you’ll invite me back tomorrow.”

As if an angel behind bars, she softly and slowly nodded. “Please come back.”

I tried to tease her some more. “What if the shake sucks?” But it wasn’t easy. Lacey and I were feeling the connection that not even amnesia had severed.