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Still, I knew I had nothing to fear from this man. Mysterious as he may be, he had saved me once before. If he had meant me harm, he could have easily done so.
"I haven't had the chance to say thank you for saving me in the alley a few months ago. I don't know how I can repay you for that."
"You don't have to."
"Well, thank you all the same. And thank you for calling help after my accident as well."
He simply nodded, "You're welcome."
Silence once again descended in the room, and I looked about awkwardly as I waited for him to say something. When he didn't say anything, I nodded to the chair beside me.
"Do you want to sit down?" He didn't move right away but when I reached over to the bedside table for some water, he walked quickly to my side, poured a glass, and handed it to me.
"Thank you."
He hesitantly sat down and from this close distance, although the hood still covered most of his face, I could see those bright hazel eyes shining at me.
"It's you that's been following me, isn't it? You've been watching me."
He gave a barely perceptive nod.
"Why? Who are you?"
He continued to gaze at me with his piercing bright eyes. "Someone who cares."
I took a sip of the water and handed it back to him before laying on the pillows. I was tired, and I knew I wasn't going to get the answers I wanted from him.
"Hmm. My very own stalker. What I've always wanted," I grinned. "You know, girls usually want a white knight in shining armor to save them, but I can work with a stalker knight. Especially one with a mysterious and sexy vibe going on."
A small smile played at the corner of his lips, but he remained silent. "Gee, you are quite the conversationalist. Slow down. I've got a head concussion you know."
He gave a low chuckle, "I would ask how you're feeling, but if you can talk this much, you're clearly on the mend."
My eyes opened wide. "No way. You've got jokes now? You continue to surprise me."
"As do you."
I shook my head, and I couldn't stop the grin that was plastered on my face.
Was he flirting with me?
"Well, I can't feel my arm, but my leg hurts like hell. Doc says I shattered it in three places, and I'll be in a cast for months. My body aches all over and my head sometimes feels like a jack hammer is pounding at it, but other than that, I'm just peachy."
He nodded, "At least you're alive."
I scoffed, "Barely. I wish that if I was going to have another head trauma, that my memories would have come back at least. Maybe I'm losing more."
He remained silent but I could tell by the way he stiffened that he was thinking about something. Several minutes passed before he spoke.
"What can you remember?"
"I know my name, where I live, and that I manage several wineries and restaurants. I also have a boyfriend and I ride motorbikes.” I shrugged, “That's about it. I have small random memories when I see certain things, but I'm still missing a huge gap in my life. Most of it actually."
He nodded silently. I could see by his eyes that he wanted to say something. They were conflicted, tortured even, and I wondered what I had said to spark such a reaction.
Why did he care?
I studied him as he remained silent and lowered his eyes. The sadness in them made me want to help him, but I didn't know how.
