Hot and Bothered - Erika Wilde Page 0,12
her temple, she pressed her fingers against the sore spot. “The names are familiar, but why can’t I place their faces?” she asked, annoyed with her inability to do so.
He hesitated, his gentle caresses stopping. Then he asked very carefully, “Didn’t the doctor tell you?”
By the tone of his voice and the troubled look marring his brows, she was certain she wasn’t going to enjoy what he had to say. “Tell me what?”
He released a deep breath. Now that the issue had been brought up, it was obvious that he felt obligated to carry it through. “About your amnesia.”
“Amnesia?” Her voice rose to an incredulous pitch, and she experienced an adrenaline rush of distress. “But I remember you.” Which was why she hadn’t been overly alarmed at the other little things she couldn’t recollect. But now that he’d used the word amnesia, her lack of recall made more sense, not that she liked it one bit.
“And thank God for that.” He tenderly brushed her hair away from her cheek, his fingers lingering on her skin. “But there are other things you might not remember.”
Well, she certainly couldn’t argue with his statement. Stunned, she could only shake her head in wonder and fear. How strange it was not to recall certain parts of your life, yet know other things so instinctively. Like her inexplicable emotional and physical connection to Noah.
“Tell me what the doctor told you,” she asked, and listened to him explain her level of amnesia, and that while she might be able to remember certain aspects of her past and current life, other things might not be clear at all.
She shook her head in shock. “Is this retrograde amnesia permanent?”
“Not according to the doctor,” he reassured her. “You suffered a huge trauma when you hit your head, and he said that you’ll start remembering things in bits and pieces over the course of the next few weeks or months. He’s confident that you’ll have a full recovery in time.”
She shivered as a chill rippled through her. “But in the meantime, I’ve only got half a memory? How frightening is that?”
He gave her hand a tender squeeze. “I know it has to be scary, but I promise I’ll be here for you.”
Knowing she could count on Noah brought her immense comfort, because at the moment she was feeling incredibly alone and vulnerable. “Thank you.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He bent close and brushed a kiss on her cheek.
His lips were warm and sensual, the scent of him musky and all male. His morning stubble lightly chafed her skin, eliciting a stirring of desire in her blood. Her heart beat hard and fast in her chest, and she was surprised that the monitor she was hooked up to didn’t go haywire. When he lifted his head again and met her gaze, his eyes were dark and intense.
She exhaled a slow breath as they stared at each other. She craved and wanted this man in ways that defied her current state of mind, and all she knew for certain was that the feeling was honest and true. She trusted her instincts where Noah was concerned, because, for now, her gut intuition was all she had to depend on.
A nurse walked into the room, shattering the intimate moment between them. Noah sat back in his chair as the woman came up to the side of her bed and started adjusting the IV drip. She wore a pastel smock, and the badge hanging around her neck identified her as Shirley Richards, RN.
“You’re awake,” she said pleasantly, and smiled at Natalie. “How are you feeling this morning?”
“As good as can be expected.”
The nurse nodded in understanding. “I’ll give you another dose of medication to help with the aches and pains. You’ll be sore for a few days, but you’re darn lucky that you didn’t sustain any internal injuries.” She wrapped a blood pressure cuff around her upper arm and pumped it full of air.
As Shirley took her vitals, she glanced across the bed to Noah, then back at Natalie. “You’ve got yourself quite a fiancé there,” she said genuinely. “He was determined to stay with you and has been by your side all night long waiting for you to wake up.”
Her eyes widened as she was dealt another dose of shock to deal with. Her fiancé? She and Noah were engaged? She snuck a peek at her left hand and saw no evidence of an engagement ring but knew that didn’t mean anything