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Kian nodded. Gretchen untied the sling and slowly removed it. Kian picked up his folded clothes, she had put on the arm of the sofa, then strode down the hallway and entered the bathroom.

As he stood under the showerhead, he placed his hand on the wall and dunked his head under it.Kian.Something kept nagging at him and he couldn’t quite grasp it.

Someone had to be looking for him. He was sure he had a job. Hell, he didn’t even know what day it was.

He looked at his left hand and there was no indication of a wedding band. Even if whoever shot him took it, there wasn’t a white circle around his finger from wearing one. He didn’t feel married, but that didn’t mean anything. He didn’t feel anything right now about himself. He hoped more of his memory would come back, but for now, his name was a start.

Chapter Three

“Kian,” Gretchen whispered. She’d never heard that name before. It was like Ian, but with a ‘k’ in front of it.

She hoped that his memory was slowly coming back. She couldn’t fathom not remembering anything at all.

Her thoughts drifted to his potential family, who must be feeling anxious and worried about his disappearance. Unfortunately, there was no way to reach out to them until he remembered more. The whole situation was frustrating.

Gretchen understood that Kian must be facing even greater frustration. Still, she couldn’t help but smile at the name.

When he appeared in the doorway of the kitchen, she looked at him and mentally groaned. He was so handsome.

“You need a shave,” she said, grinning.

“Yeah, I know,” he said as he ran his hand over his whiskered jaw.

“I have some disposable razors.”

“I’d appreciate that. I didn’t even think about it when I was in the shower. I feel better though.”

“Let me get you one. I have shaving cream too.”

“It’s not going to be flowery, is it?”

Gretchen laughed. “No. Actually it’s a well-known men’s brand. I like how creamy it is, and it’s non-scented, so you won’t smellflowery.”

Kian grinned. “Good.”

She stared at him. He smile was just gorgeous.

“Uh, well, I’ll get you a razor. I also have an extra toothbrush.” She strode past him, entered the bathroom, took a razor from the bag and along with the toothbrush, she placed them on the sink.

“I’ll be right out. If I don’t shave now, it’ll be worse in themorning. By the way, what day is it?”

“It’s Saturday. You’ve been here since Wednesday, but I have no idea how long you’ve been missing.”

“I’m sure someone is looking for me, but I can’t tell you who it would be.” He shook his head. “Has the snow let up at all?”

“It’s not as heavy, but it hasn’t stopped.”

“Okay. I’ll be right back.”

Gretchen huffed out a breath. His nearness made her heart go into overdrive, but he could be married, engaged, or involved with someone. Neither of them knew right now. But she was so attracted to him, and nothing could happen between them, not until he knew who he was or if he had any commitments.

As she spooned the beef stew into bowls, he came back into the kitchen. Even though he’d shaved, there was a faint shadow on his face.Stop staring at the man!

“That smells fantastic,” he said.

“I always make a big pot of it and freeze it in containers.”

“So, it’s not from a can?”

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