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Lincoln

What a feckin’ day.

First I’m worried if she’ll ever awaken, and now I have her back whole. The news that she remembers who she was, and that her life from before has molded with the new is just amazing. It’s surreal that I was the one that rescued her and Gail, and until she’d mentioned the circumstances, I had never put the two together. She’d always said she was in an accident, never once mentioning more about Ground Zero. I think she felt the more she talked to me about it, the more I would feel sorry fer her. I guess this is one of those things where fate intervenes and changes the course in life.

She was meant to be there, meant to lose her memory, and in turn find me. It gave her the opportunity to live and become more.

I’ve been laying in the bed beside her for hours now as we talk, finding out more about her past and who she was. It’s funny, we find we were intertwined long before the accident.

“So, ya were the prosecutor against Mick? I always wondered why he went from high profile in the news to back page. I mean, the whole Twin Towers kind of took top page in the news, but I thought there would’ve been somethin’ about it later.” I’ve been petting her silky skin as she tells me about it all. It’s hard to not want to pick her up and drag her home immediately.

“Yeah. I actually had it on my desk at the time, and I’d kept working on it even after the windows went. I thought it was necessary to keep busy. And it makes sense. When I left the club that first night after Mick, I saw his dad and recognized him, but I wanted to get away as quick as possible. I didn’t put two and two together because my mind couldn’t piece it together, but I knew who he was. Funny, huh?”

“Baby, all ya do is surprise me. Once I get ya home, we’ll work out the rest. We’ll figure out how to deal with him.”

“Speaking of which, isn’t your match on the fourteenth? Shouldn’t you be working out instead of being here, watching my prone form?” Shite, I knew that was gonna come up.

“Well, at first I wouldn’t leave ya. Jon pushed me, though. Tough as nails, that one. He still scares the shite outta me, but I get how ya see the softer side of Jon.”

“So, you’ve been going? To the gym?”

“Yes, I have, but I postponed the date.”

Keenan sits up so fast, she knocks me to the floor, flat on my arse. “Why would you do that? Lincoln, I’m fine. Tell the promoters you’re back on. Get your ass out of here and go.”

Damn she’s pushy, and I’ve bloody well missed that.

“Keenan. It’s just pushed a week, that’s all. I’m actually glad of that, as I really didn’t wanna spend Valentine’s remembering him, what he did, and thinkin’ how I’d rather be in bed with ya for twenty-four hours straight.”

“Fine. But just to be straight on this, I didn’t have a family, no boyfriends, no girlfriends, and I was a total fucking loner, worried about work. And I intend on spending more than twenty-four hours straight inourbed.”

Yep, I’m done for this woman. I kiss her lightly and turn to the door. “Let me see if I can get ya discharged so we can go home.”

“Sounds great to me.”

As I lay a light peck on her forehead, I turn towards the hall, just as she calls me back.

“Lincoln?”

“Yeah.”

“I love you. Sorry I didn’t say it before. I really should have.” I smile wide and bark out a laugh.

Walking back to the bed, I bend low and kiss her softly on the lips, “I love you too.”

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