Week 120 – But something was niggling at the back of her mind – if only she could remember what it was
He kissed her.
Logan had just kissed her.
For the moment that pushed every other thought out of Amelia’s head. She had dreamed about that ever since she’d seen him moving in across the street but she had never thought that it would happen. She was too shy, he was too sexy, in her mind that meant nothing between them could ever happen.
And yet here he was kissing her.
“Sorry,” he mumbled and abruptly straightened. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
That was not what you wanted to hear from the guy who had just kissed you
Apparently noticing her face falling, Logan quickly added, “Not because it wasn’t a great kiss but …” he waved his hand at her and the hospital room.
Right.
She’d just been attacked.
Twice.
And now she was in the hospital.
“Do you remember anything, Amelia? Anything at all? Even the tiniest of things could be helpful.” His ice blue eyes piercing as he looked at her, as though he wanted to reach inside her brain and find the answers he needed.
If he could do that she would gladly let him, she couldn’t remember anything.
But something was niggling at the back of her mind – if only she could remember what it was. Every time she tried to grab hold of it it darted away.
“I don’t remember anything, I’m sorry,” she replied in a small voice. She hurt all over and all she wanted to do was just curl up and go to sleep and not wake up until this was all over.
“No, don’t be sorry,” Logan told her, taking her hand and squeezing tightly. “Pete said that you had a concussion, coupled with the psychological trauma its no wonder you can’t remember. We will figure this out.”
She wanted to believe that but her hope was slipping away.
“Logan, your partner and some other cops are on their way,” her doctor, Pete as Logan had called him, stuck his head in the door.
Cops.
For some reason that sent a shudder through her and she began to shake.
It didn’t go unnoticed. “Amelia, whats wrong?” Logan asked.
“I don’t know,” she answered honestly.
“Something about what my brother just said upset you,” he said thoughtfully. “Maybe it was a cop who hurt you.”
Maybe.
The problem was she had no idea.
Her body might remember things but her brain didn’t.
“If it was a cop then you can’t be here when they get here,” Logan seemed to be speaking more to himself than to her. “We have to get you out of here until I can figure this out. Pete, tell them she discharged herself and you don’t know where she went.”
Without asking her what she thought, Logan tossed back her covers and began disconnecting the machines she was attached to. Then he wrapped a blanket around her, picked her up, and headed out the door.
She should argue with him.
Tell him she wasn’t going anywhere with him, she hardly knew him, she couldn’t just run away with him.
But she didn’t.
All she did was curl her arm around Logan’s neck, and rested her head on his shoulder. The only thing she trusted right now was Logan, and she would gladly go anywhere with him.