Page 83 of One Foggy Christmas
“You were always the one thing that turned out right in my life.” His head shifts, and his chin drops slightly, enough for me to know what I said hurt him.
Hurting Nash is all I seem to do.
“You're right,” he says with a heavy breath. “I don't understand everything you’re going through. And maybe you'll wake up in two months, and your memory will come back, and everything that doesn’t make sense now will fit together. But until then, I want you to know you were happy.Wewere happy. Our life together wasn’t what you planned, but it was our life, and you loved it.”
I swallow, feeling the weight of his words in my chest. I blink a few times as a tear or two falls.
“I promise you’ll be happy again.” His lips lift. “All of this will sort itself out.”
Yeah, it will sort itself out, just not how I want.
I’ve been waiting for this nightmare to end so I could go back to how things were—the life I remember. But maybe it’s time I need to face the facts.
My old life doesn’t exist anymore.
SADIE
“Stetson has a girlfriend,”I announce to Annie as we sit at the kitchen bar, addressing envelopes for my mom’s Christmas cards. “Her name is Savannah, and she's a paralegal at his office.” I peek at my sister to get an idea of how she’s taking this information, but her expression is masked, telling me nothing, so I glance back down to the envelope I’m writing on. “They've been dating for two months.”
“Is that what he told you last night at the party?”
“Yeah—well, when I left with him.”
“What did you expect? He couldn't wait around forever.”
“I know. I just…” The thought stays unfinished because I don’t actually know what I want. I just know Stetson having a girlfriend limits possibilities.
“Maybe it’s for the best.” Annie shrugs. “You’re not single either.”
“No, I suppose I’m not.”
We write silently for a few seconds, focusing so we don’t make a mistake, and send the Bradley family Christmas card to some random person.
“This is for you.” Nash enters the room, handing Annie a crumpled-up piece of paper.
“What is it?”
He shrugs as if he doesn’t know, even though he obviously does. He takes a seat at the dining table and flips open a magazine.
Annie looks at me with lowered brows as she unfolds the paper.
I lean closer, reading the note over her shoulder with her.
Hey, I’d love to take out your sister. If you don’t think her husband would mind and you think I’m a decent guy, please tell her to go out with me.
I smile, remembering the note hanging above our bed in Chicago.
“This is how you guys met, isn't it?” Annie asks.
“It’s part of how we met.” His eyes go to mine. “I thought maybe we could go on a date.”
“A date?” My brows inch up.
“Yeah.” His smile has charm written all over it. “Just because we’re married doesn’t mean we stop dating each other, and in our current situation”—his lips pull to a grimace—“where you have no memories of me, I thought a date might be the perfect way to remind you why you fell in love with me in the first place.”
“Awww.”
I look at Annie and the goofy smile stretched across her mouth.
