Cracking my eyes open, I winced from the white, bright light, blinding me temporarily.
“Who are you?” My voice sounded strained and hoarse. Saying those few words intensified the throbbing in my head. It tempted me to not even bother speaking.
“I’m your husband. I’m John.” I heard the frustration in his voice as he insisted through clenched teeth. Immediately, I had the same damned frustration: I couldn’t remember having a husband.
“No.” The anger wouldn’t stop welling inside of me; it bubbled up like a fountain. Why would he say that? Why was he lying? Who the hell was he?
Shouldn’t I know better than them who I was?
That was the problem, though.
I didn’t know who I was.
Where I was.
Or who any of these people were.
His gaze was locked on me, and I tore my eyes away to take in everything about this man. His dark blue, long-sleeved shirt stretched over his broad, muscled frame. This man definitely didn’t seem to fit in with the crowd. Even more so when my eyes landed on his worn jeans and work boots. I watched as he slowed his gait but still pressed to get to me.
This had to be Cal, right? It had to be. I was suddenly very aware of how much adrenaline pumped through me from gazing up at him.
If it was Cal, why was I so excited to see him? There I was, practically giddy over seeing this man, and I had no idea what he meant to me or why I was so elated. I was excited to see a stranger when even my own husband hadn’t made me feel this way.
My heart pounded inside my chest, my breath—completely reckless. I swallowed hard, not knowing if I should fight the intense euphoria and instead be fearful of the stranger that was calling my name.
“No.” She shook her head. Where there would have been curls bouncing before, now her straight hair hung there and swayed
slightly. I think I was so focused on her hair difference that her next admission didn’t even register at first. “I don’t even remember my own husband.”
“What?” She could have kicked me in my gut and it wouldn’t have hurt as bad. Or my heart, take your pick—it all hurt with that one word. Husband. What the hell?
She nodded as if it made all the sense in the world. “I know. It’s–“
“Did you just say your husband?” I spat. My expression must have shown how pissed off I was. I hadn’t seen that one coming at all. Shit, I hadn’t seen the “amnesia” thing either. I was beginning to wonder if I was talking to the right woman.
Maybe she had a twin or something? I shook my head, knowing all the reality shows Jay’s girlfriend watched must have seeped into my brain.
“Yeesss.” Her answer came out slow and with unmistakable worry behind it. Rightfully so.
“Were you married the whole time we were together?”
It was like we were exchanging horrified expressions. Her face fell, and her mouth gaped as her hand flew to her stomach.
“Oh God. We…you…” Her hand motioned between us. She swallowed. “We?” She looked like she was going to throw up. I felt that way too, but the way she was reacting I would have thought my looks were revolting to her or something.
Josie Bordeaux is the author of the Alluring Promises series. Her romance novels revolve around
friendships, sizzling attraction and steamy sex scenes. Lust, passion and love are all entwined with a
lot of drama and fun-filled friendships. Josie lives in the sunshine state with her best friend (AKA –
husband) and two sweet, and very creative daughters. When she’s not driving her kids around town, she’s usually clicking her fingernails on her keyboard or down at the beach where her eyes are glued to her kindle app reading. Connect with Josie on Facebook or Twitter!