Page 25 of His Forgotten Colton Fiancee
West snorted.
“Your mother is Marcia and she moved to Denver a few years ago when you opened yourcatering business. She works in sales for a tour company. I called her, but she’s out of the country for the next ten days,” Shane said.
“Don’t worry, Quinn. We’re here for you,” Brayden added.
Brothers. At least she had some family. But this tall, muscular guy with the worried dark eyes seemed even more concerned than her brothers.
The curtains parted and a man in blue scrubs anda white coat walked inside. A bright splash of red dotted his scrubs.
He checked the bandage on her head, looked at a chart.
“Miss Colton, I’m Dr. Cairns, the attending ER physician. You were seriously injured.” Dr. Cairns was young, had horn-rimmed glasses and a brisk, professional air. “We’re running some tests to see the extent of the damage.”
The doctor started rattling off technicalterms that made her head ache even more. Quinn held up a hand. “How was I injured?”
Gaze flicking away, he glanced at the man sitting by her. “The police, and your family, can fill you in. I’ve scheduled a CT scan for you. The technician will be up shortly to take you upstairs.”
Dr. Cairns pulled out a slim flashlight, shone it in her eyes. It made her wince.
“Pupils dilating and reactingnormally. That’s good,” he said. “Do you know your name?”
“Quinn...Colton.” Surely her last name was Colton if these were her brothers.
Next, the doctor asked her what month and year it was, which she got right, but she had no idea what day it was.
“Where do you live?”
She put a hand to her head. “Here... Red Ridge? I think.”
“Do you know where you work? Anything else?” thedoctor asked in his grilling, calm voice.
“No.” Tears burned the back of her throat. “What’s wrong with me?”
“Standard for a serious head injury.” He patted her hand, looked at her brothers. “I have to check on that trauma.”
Then the doctor left. Her brothers followed, like puppies trailing their mother. She didn’t like being left in the dark, no information, no one willing to tellher what had happened.
The tall man named West did not leave. He kept staring at her. He must know her. But he meant nothing to her.
“Why are you here?”
His dark brows knit together. “I...found you, honey. You don’t remember me at all?” He took her hand again, and the sensation was comforting, if odd.
Strangers holding her hand.
West lowered his voice. “I’m West Brand. FBI,working temporarily for the Red Ridge Police Department. And your fiancé.”
Now her head hurt even more. She was engaged? “I’m sorry, I don’t know you. Can my brothers confirm we’re going to marry?”
This man might say he had a relationship with her, but at least family she could trust. West? Unknown.
West looked uncomfortable. His gaze flicked to the closed curtains. “They don’t know.No one in town knew we were dating.”
An even bigger mystery, and right now the pain was too intense to contemplate it.
“What happened to me?” she whispered. It hurt too much to form many words.
Silence draped the air, with only the sound of beeping machines and the aching pain in a mind that remembered nothing of her past.
