Page 14 of Sapphire

“Yes, I saw that,” he says curtly.

“Are you jealous?”

He ignores me.

Tomas hasn’t spent a lot of time with her like I have, so he doesn’t understand what an amazing woman she is. Look, I will not deny to myself that I have a little crush on our mystery woman, but Tomas doesn’t need to know that. Also, I’m not a creep. I would never make a move on her or anything like that. I just think she is wonderful.

“Oh my god, you’re jealous!”

Tomas gives me a death stare. “I am not jealous. I’m curious why you have such a fascination with this woman. One that you have spent every waking moment with while we’ve been here.”

His remarks give me pause. I’ve never lied to Tomas; we are always one hundred percent honest with each other. “There’s something about her that has drawn me in.”

Tomas’s brows pull together as he folds his arms across his chest. He’s upset.

“I feel it inside me, like we are meant to be helping her. That fate brought her to our front gate that night for a reason. I’m not sure what that reason is yet, but she’s meant to be with us.”

“You can’t be serious?”

“Deadly. So much so that I told the doctor that he could release her to us and that we would take care of her.”

“You did what?” Tomas exclaims, raising his voice.

“The doctor wouldn’t release her until she had a suitable place to live. It wouldn’t be for long. We can’t release her out into the world with no memory.”

Tomas’s face softens at that comment. He knows I’m right.

“You think our house is suitable for her?”

“We have so much room.”

“What about us? What about the summer we had planned together?”

My stomach sinks upon hearing Tomas’s words. He’s right. I promised him it would be the two of us this summer, and now I’ve broken that promise. I want to argue that he’s equally busy with his company. His phone hasn’t stopped ringing since arriving in Ibiza, but I don’t think that’s what this situation needs.

“What about us being free to be who we are at home? Do we have to go back to being in the closet, in our own house?” Tomas crosses his arms defensively.

Another valid point.

“We can be ourselves because she has no memory, so she doesn’t know who we are and that our relationship’s hidden.”

He doesn’t look convinced.

“Please.” I give him my best pleading face.

“She is not some stray you’ve picked off the street and kept.”

“Well, she kind of is. I want to keep her for a little while, Tomas. She’s funny, smart—brilliant, actually—and I like her.”

Tomas lets out a sigh. “I don’t have a choice, do I?”

I shake my head.

“Fine, okay, whatever.”

I want to give him a kiss because he is the most amazing boyfriend in the entire world, but I remember we’re in public.

We then hear a scream and rush toward the room, where we see our mystery woman crying and the doctor smiling.

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