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“Yes, well, you see”—he looked at me again—“Shiloh had an accident two years ago. Her car hit black ice. She had severe head trauma and was in a coma for a few days. When she did wake up, she didn’t know who she was. Shiloh has focal retrograde amnesia, which means she has the ability to form new memories and her intelligence and the ability to learn new skills are intact. She, however, remembers nothing about her life before the accident,” Uncle Neil explained.
This had once bothered me. Not knowing myself or anyone in my life. I’d gone through a series of emotions, but in the end, I had come to accept that I’d been given another chance. I chose to make the best of it and build a new life. One that made me happy.
I finally met Huck’s steady glare. He was studying me as if he wasn’t sure he believed this or not. I’d gotten that a lot too. Especially from Isaac. It seemed hard for people to accept that I truly had no memory of them at all. Isaac had kept trying to make me that girl again by forcing things I had once enjoyed on me. When I was honest and told him that those things didn’t appeal to me, he would get angry. Since leaving him and Boston, I had less migraines, dizzy spells, and seizures. The pressure he had put on me hadn’t been good for me or my well-being. Something my mother refused to accept.
“Hmm,” Huck replied, then took another pull from his cigarette.
“If there is an issue with her being here, I can find someone else. It might take a few days. I need to make some calls. It’s the trust factor, of course. I trust Shiloh completely. Finding someone else that I trust with this situation will be a little harder.”
Huck looked back at the other man for a moment. It was as if they were having a silent conversation. Finally, he turned back to Uncle Neil.
“She can stay until you find someone else,” he replied.
My stomach sank. I wanted this job. The urge to argue my case was strong, but Uncle Neil would be angry if I said anything.
“Very well. I will start working on a replacement right away,” he replied. Then turned to me. “I’ll be back at six to check on the patient and take you home.”
I felt a lump in my throat but refused to let any of them see that this affected me. “Okay.”
The sympathy in his gaze didn’t help the disappointment. He looked like he wanted to hug me, but he didn’t. I watched him give the men a nod before he turned to leave. I started to follow him. I needed to go check on the patient, and I also wanted to get away from the other two men. At least the one upstairs, although he didn’t like me either, was injured and needed my help.
“Stay.” Huck’s command startled me.
Slowly, I turned back around to face him.
“I need to go see if he’s awake now and talk to him before you go back up there,” he told me.
What I should do was sayokayor just nod. Instead, “He knew me?” came out of my mouth.
Huck’s cold glare returned. “Unfortunately,” he replied, then walked away, leaving me alone with the other man.
My eyes met the man sitting at the table as he studied me. He didn’t appear as angry, but he wasn’t giving me a welcoming feeling either.
“Since you don’t remember, I’m Levi,” he said, “and shit around here is about to get real fucking interesting,”
Four
Gage
My eyes opened just as Huck walked in the room.
He closed the door, then turned to me. “You still fucking high?” he asked.
How the hell was I supposed to know? He wasn’t Shiloh Ellis, so that was a good sign that I wasn’t tripping anymore.
“Not sure,” I muttered.
“Do you remember Shiloh Ellis coming in here with the doc?”
Fuck.
“Yeah, I’m still high,” I confirmed. “Because you wouldn’t be talking about fucking Shiloh.”
Huck muttered a string of curse words. “You’re not fucking high. Shiloh is in the damn kitchen. But I told Carmichael to get someone else. He said to give him a couple days. He needs to find someone he trusts and who’s willing to come into this house and work.”
I groaned. “Sure. Whatever,” I mumbled and closed my eyes. Once the fucking morphine wore off, I wasn’t taking any more of that shit. Hallucinating was supposed to be fun.
“Fuck, Gage. Will you listen to me? She’s going to bring her ass up here to check on you in a few minutes. She was in a car accident two years ago and now has fucking amnesia and doesn’t remember shit. At least nothing before the accident. Carmichael called it retro … fuck, I can’t remember.”
