Page 2 of Guarding Fable

“Did she tell you her name?” I ask as we walk down to the treatment room.

“No. That’s why I want you to be careful. She has temporary amnesia.”

He stops outside the room.

“You should have led with that.”

He shakes his head. “Sorry. Long shift.”

He opens the door and steps into the room. I step in behind him and come to an abrupt stop.

An angel.

It’s the only thing I can think of when I see her. She looks like an angel from above. Flawless skin, dark hazel eyes, and long damp chestnut-colored hair. I don’t think I’ve ever seen such beauty in my life. No, I know I haven’t. There’s a cute sprinkle of freckles dancing over her upturned nose.

Mine.

I don’t know why I think that, but it is the only thing that hammers in my blood. My entire body heats, and there’s a lump the size of a boulder in my throat. Or it could be a reaction to the fear I see in her eyes.

“Miss,” the doc says, using a softer voice. Anger surges through me. If he thinks he can touch her, he better think twice about it.

“I have the Sheriff here to talk to you.”

She nods, and then her gaze shifts to me. Her eyes widen at my height. I’m a big man, six-four, and while I’m not as big as I was when I was in the military, I still have a bit of bulk on me.

I walk to the bed, never taking my gaze from hers. Her tongue slips out and wets her rosebud lips. Lips I would love to see wrapped around my dick. I feel like a perv for even thinking it. The poor woman is sitting in bed, injured and confused, and all I can think about is her sucking me off.

“Have you remembered anything?”

Distress fills her expression. “No.”

The soft answer sends need dancing through my blood.

“Don’t worry. I’m sure doc here told you that your memory will come back soon.”

“I know. It’s just…weird.”

“She was wearing this when she came in,” the doctor says as he hands me a plastic bag with a bracelet.

Fable.

I frown and hand it to her. “Does this mean anything to you?”

She looks at it, blinking down at the bag. She shakes her head and looks up at me. Right then, the image of having her under me as I ride her to completion hits me so hard that I have to fight back a shudder. Fuck. My cock is throbbing.

“I think that might be my name,” she says softly. Confusion still mars her beautiful face, and she frowns.

“Don’t think too hard,” the doctor says. “You’ve had a headinjury and have been through something that is obviously traumatic. You’ll give yourself a whopper of a headache.”

She nods and offers him a small smile. I hate it. I hate that she is even talking to another man. It’s stupid, especially since he’s the doctor and I don’t even know this woman.

“Is it important that she stay here tonight, really?” I don’t like the idea of her being here without me. Or being around this asshole. Again, totally stupid, but something tells me not to leave her here.

“She needs someone to at least be there to keep an eye on her. She has nowhere to stay. I thought maybe she might have some relatives in the area who would come looking for her.”

“Sheis right here and can be part of the conversation about where I stay tonight.”

The sass in her voice makes me smile. “I got somewhere we can keep you if you’re interested. There will be someone there to keep an eye on you.”

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