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I may not have much of a memory but I’m pretty sure that nobody has ever spoken to me this way before. Or, at least, not the right person. Why else would my body be reacting this way? Why else would every nerve ending be tingling? Why would my panties get so wet?

I want to tell him to screw waiting for me to get better. Just take me right here, right now, but he’s right. I’m in no condition to have him toss me around. Besides, what if the unthinkable happens? What if I get my memory back and find out there’s someone else? Do I want to face them and tell them I’m a cheater?

No. Andrew always thinks clearly. And yes, I’ve been under his care for days, but he’s never taken advantage of me. On the contrary, it’s me who’s been taking advantage of him.

8

ANDREW

Amy insists on coming with me to the phone store. As much as I’d rather not take her, I can’t exactly say no. If I do, she may think that I have no intention of trying to get her line back up for her.

“Do you know the number that’s attached to this handset?” the boy in the polo shirt asks her.

“No, but shouldn’t you be able to find it? I can give you my ID to use to look up the account.”

“Listen,” I step between them and look him in the eye. “She’s been in a terrible accident. As you can see, she’s still in recovery. Now, I know this sounds like something out of a movie but the girl lost her parents and her memory in that wreck. Now, she’s hoping…” I stop mid-sentence and look at her. “We’re hoping that if she gets this phone line restored, some family member or friend might reach out. You know, someone who can fill in some of the gaps in her memory for her? What do you say? Are you gonna help us? If not, we can always go somewhere else. ”

He looks down at his computer screen and begins typing. Seconds later, he looks back at me and says, “I found the account, and based on the dates when the lines were added, I have a good idea which number was hers but the account is closed.”

“Don’t you have to wait some period of time before you put numbers back in your pool or something so people don’t get overwhelmed with calls for the wrong person?”

“Well, yes.”

“So, that number has to be available, right?”

“Well, yes. But like I said, the account is closed and I can’t reopen it. The account holder is deceased.”

“No, but you can add a line to my account, set her up with a new phone, and attach her old number to it. If it costs more to do that, I’ll pay for that, too.”

“I think I can help you. Let me just get my manager to release the number so I can use it,” he scurries off to talk to his manager and I wink at Amy.

“See? Soon, you’ll be all set.”

“Thank you for everything you’re doing. I’ll pay you back for all of it. I promise.”

“No, you won’t. I won’t allow it.”

As I wait for the boy to return, I wonder if giving her what she wants is in my best interest. The neighbor kid wouldn’t dare say anything to her while I was standing with her yesterday, but what if he has her number?

There’s no telling what he’ll say to her over the phone. I don’t want her talking to any men, but that guy is especially worrisome. I can’t put my finger on it but there’s something about him that I just don’t trust.

The boy returns with a smile and nods at us. Amy just needs to pick out her new phone.

“I have no idea…” she says.

“Give her the newest model with all the bells and whistles,” I tell him.

“Right, sir. No problem at all.”

“I don’t need anything that extravagant. It’s just a phone,” Amy whispers.

“The kid just did us a favor and he works on commission. Let’s make sure he gets a big check,” I grin.

She looks like a kid on Christmas morning when the boy hands her the phone. It’s the first time I’ve seen her excited, and as I see the expression on her face, I tell myself that it’s worth any repercussions that may come from giving her this access to her old life.

She’s going to remember it sometime. I just need to speed things up—make her trust me and fall for me completely. That way, it won’t matter if her memories are back. She’ll still be mine.

She fiddles with the phone in the car and puts it back in the box.

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