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With that resolve in mind, I unfasten the elastic from my hair, freeing my long hair from the high ponytail. It tumbles around my shoulders. Just as I’m about to slip off my t-shirt, I stop dead in my tracks, muting my nervous, ragged breathing.
I’m frozen in the doorway of my bedroom as I watch Sam sleeping peacefully on our bed. It appears he only got as far as slipping off his shoes, as he lays fully clothed, sprawled out on top of the duvet. He looks peaceful, his features soft and restful. Looks like I’ll have to prove my point another time.
Not wanting to disturb him, I quietly close the door and tiptoe down the passageway. Once I enter the living room, I take a seat on the sofa and let out the breath I was holding. I tie back my hair into a messy bun, seeing as my plan to seduce my fiancé just got shot to hell. But there’s plenty of time for that.
My cell chimes, thankfully interrupting my pity party for one. Leaping up, I hunt through my bag and answer it quickly, as I don’t want to wake Sam.
“Hello?”
“Why are you whispering?” Piper whispers.
I chuckle, needing her humor more than ever. “Sam just fell asleep and I don’t want to wake him.”
“Oh. How’s he doing?” My silence answers for me. “That good, huh?” she says.
Slumping into the recliner, I lounge back and sigh. “On the way home, he remembered Paulo’s, but that’s all he remembered. He doesn’t remember our home, or me.”
“He will, Luce,” Piper says encouragingly. But she doesn’t know that. No one does. No one knows how long he’ll be a stranger within his body. “Let’s throw a party,” she suggests when I remain pensive.
Her suggestion has me sitting upright, and shaking my head. “No way. What are we celebrating? My fiancé not knowing who he is?”
“No, we’re celebrating life. What happened to Sam is awful, but it could have been so much worse.” I know by worse she means Sam could be dead. She’s right, but I’ve never been one for parties, especially now.
“I’m really in no mood for celebrating, Piper. I just got shot down,” I share, needing her opinion on my insanity.
“What do you mean?”
Twirling my engagement ring, I explain. “Well, you know I suck at this flirting, girly stuff, but I think Sam wanted sex. So, I was going to initiate it.”
Silence.
“Hello? Piper?” I ask, pulling the phone away from my ear to ensure she’s still on the line.
“I’m here, sorry. My brain was just trying to process that last sentence. You were going to initiate sex? Wow, are you sure you’re not the one with amnesia?”
I burst into laughter, but mute my outburst behind my hand. “I’ve got to try something.”
“An even better reason to throw a party. What better way to seduce your man than by dressing up and shaking your tail feather.”
“You’re ridiculous.” I chuckle, shaking my head. But she might be onto something. Maybe inviting Sam’s friends will jog some memories, especially the friends he’s had for years.
“You know I’m right, and besides, stop being selfish. I need Saxon to see me in my Sunday bests.”
The mention of him has me smiling. “I knew there was an ulterior motive.”
“Hey, two birds, one stone,” she replies, her tone light. “Is he back?”
“No, not yet. Who knows if he’ll come back? I texted to let him know Sam is home, so he might stay in Oregon.”
“No, he can’t! What about my diabolical plan for us to be married by fall? If he stays in Oregon, how’s that supposed to happen? I’m his soul mate; he just doesn’t know it yet.”
By this stage, I’m cackling loudly, I’m certain I’ll wake Samuel with my laughter. It feels nice to laugh. “I’ll let you know the moment he returns.”
“You better. I need to know if he feels as good as he looks.”
“He does,” I tease, quickly zipping my lips as I just fell into a really big hole.
“And how would you know?” Piper asks, not masking her interest.
