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Chapter 1
My head pounds as I slowly open my eyes. Everything is blurry at first, the bright sun making me squint. I blink a few times and realize I’m on a boat.
What the hell? How did I get here?
Panic rises in my chest as I try to remember. But my mind is blank. The last thing I recall is going to sleep in my bed last night.
I sit up too quickly, my head spinning. A man rushes over, catching me before I topple over. “Easy now.”
He helps me lie back on the small bench I’m on, propping a pillow under my head. I stare up at him, confused. He’s an older man, with salt and pepper hair and kind eyes behind wire-rimmed glasses.
“What’s happening? How did I get here?” I ask, my voice raspy.
Frowning, he checks my pulse, shining a light in my eyes. “You fell and hit your head. You don’t remember?”
I shake my head. Panic rises in my chest, strangling me. “The last thing I remember is being at home.”
His brow furrows as he examines me. “You seem to be experiencing some sort of memory loss or confusion. You might have a concussion.”
I stare at the swaying palm trees and turquoise water stretching out around us. None of this makes any sense.How the hell did I end up on a boat in the middle of the water with no memory of it?
“I’m Dr. Benjamin Moore,” he says. “Try to remain calm, sweetheart.”
Calm? How am I supposed to stay calm? I’ve lost my damn mind!
I struggle to sit up again, and the doctor places a gentle but firm hand on my shoulder. “Please, you need to rest.”
I shrug off his hand, panic and frustration warring inside me. “I don’t know who you are or how I got here,” I snap. “So don’t tell me what I need to do!”
He holds his hands up in surrender, his expression appeasing. “I understand, but getting worked up won’t help.”
My chest heaves as I struggle to breathe, black dots dancing across my vision. Maybe he’s right, but that doesn’t make any of this less terrifying.
I have no idea what’s going on or how I ended up here. And I sure as hell don’t know this doctor.
A knock sounds on the door, and a familiar face peeks in—Cam. My heart kicks into overdrive at the sight of him. As big, tall and handsome as ever, with his cut features and sharp gaze. And that same full, tempting, annoying mouth. He’s in khaki shorts that display his long, muscular legs, a white, short-sleeve linen button-down, and fucking boat shoes, a pair of sunglasses resting on top of his head, above his usual, stupid, perfect hair.God, I hate him.
Also, what the fuck is he doing here?!
“I came to check on you, baby,” Cam rasps out softly, stepping into the room. His warm gaze sweeps over me, dark eyes filled with concern. “Are you alright?”
Fucking, baby?… What the fuck?
“Like you care,” I snap, doubt and anger warring inside me. Cam is the last person I would expect to see. We have a long history of rivalry, not compassion.So why is he looking at me like that?
Cam frowns, hurt flashing across his handsome face, and I feel a twinge of something. But this is too strange. None of it makes sense.
He comes to my side and grasps my hand, his touch strangely feeling both foreign and familiar. “Of course I care, baby.”
I jerk my hand away, staring at him in disbelief. “What did you just call me?”
“I always care about you, my love,” he repeats softly. “You’re my wife.”
“Your… wife?!” I shriek.
The words don’t compute. Cam and I have always been adversaries. Marriage would be the furthest thing from my mind when it comes to him.
