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It took another half hour for them to discharge Seth. But once he was released, we took him home and I made dinner. After eating, he sat in the living room looking lost and asking whose house he was in until it was bedtime. It was a weird feeling when he walked to his room and shut the door in my face. Especially after he’d just that morning talked about me moving into his room permanently. But the man I’d just spent the evening with wasn’t my Seth. I hoped my Seth would be back by morning because I felt lost without him.
I got Emily to bed, and I made sure to tell her everything I could think of to make her feel better. She’d googled a bunch of stuff on transient global amnesia, and she seemed more reassured that her dad would be fine than I did.
I curled up in my bed feeling alone and scared. I hugged my stomach, trying to reassure myself that everything would go back to normal tomorrow. I didn’t usually pray, but I did send out a little sad prayer in hopes that if God existed, he’d throw me a bone.
The one thing going through the last six hours had shown me was how much I loved and needed Seth. My evening had felt hopeless and depressing without his husky laugh and gentle teasing. I missed cuddling with him on the couch, him stroking his hand softly through my hair as we watched TV with Emily.
I’d somehow found the alpha I hadn’t even known I’d needed, and I couldn’t even begin to picture a future without Seth in it.
Chapter Fourteen
Seth
When I woke my head ached, but I felt rested. I sat up, disappointed that Pierce wasn’t still in the bed with me. Glancing at the clock, I saw it was almost eight in the morning. I frowned and got out of bed slowly, touching the bump on my head. When had I hit my head? I went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth, staring at my pale reflection and struggling to remember how I could have hit my head.
As I shaved, the memory of my last assignment filtered in—Lola attacking her husband and being dragged away in handcuffs. Why hadn’t I remembered that right away? I pressed my temple, recalling the plane ride home now, and me and Pierce making love a while ago and then taking a nap. But—wait—I rechecked my watch. How could it be eight a.m. when I’d arrived home at ten this morning? I frowned, feeling confused. What the hell was going on?
I got dressed and left my bedroom. When I entered the kitchen, it was empty. In fact, the entire house was silent. I made coffee and struggled to work out the timeline that had me puzzled. It occurred to me to look at the date. When I saw it was a day later than when I’d come home, my stomach dropped, and I set my mug down unsteadily.
How did I lose an entire day?
The front door opened and Pierce came rushing into the house. He started to hurry past the kitchen, but he must have caught sight of me out of the corner of his eye. He stopped and moved into the kitchen, looking harassed. “You’re awake. How do you feel?”
“Confused. The last thing I remember was lying down for a nap with you.” I swallowed. “Yesterday.”
He moved closer. “That’s the last thing you remember?”
“Yes.” I grimaced.
“But you do remember me?”
“Of course I remember you.”
Relief moved through his intense gaze. “But I mean, not just that I work for you?”
I cocked my head. “Pierce, I remember you. I don’t understand why you’re questioning that.”
His laugh was tense. “You will in a minute.”
I moved closer to him. “I seem to have lost a day.”
“Yeah.”
“Did you let me sleep all night or something?”
“Not exactly.”
“No?” I frowned. “Where were you just now?”
He sighed. “Taking Emily to school.”
I frowned. “Why didn’t you kiss me goodbye before you took Emily to school? Like usual?”
He sighed. “You wouldn’t have wanted me to.”
I scowled. “Are you nuts?”
He moved closer and held my gaze. “Listen, something happened yesterday. We need to talk about it.”
