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“And everyone thinks my sister, Demi, killed him?” Quinn tapped her pen on the page.
Austin shrugged. “Even you told me a while ago you weren’t certain if Demi was the Groom Killer. Although she’s pregnant, probably with Bo Gage’s kid.”
Quinn frowned. “My sister is pregnant?”
“Was. By nowshe’s had the baby. She was seeing Bo and then he dumped her and was set to marry Hayley three months later. You were pretty worried about Demi being on the run and alone with a newborn. Even though you weren’t close, you had tried to have a relationship with Demi.”
Her friend squinted at her through the thick lenses. “You sure you don’t remember any of this?”
“No,” she snapped.
Headaching, she set down the pen and notebook. Austin pointed to it. “Does that help?”
“Yes,” she muttered, her earlier good mood evaporating. “Remembering would help more.”
The therapist they’d sent in to work with her had told her writing things down was best with memory loss. Another one kept asking her questions, only these questions proved more frustrating because they were simple.Whoare you?Do you know where you are?
Quinn felt like a child locked in a cell, unable to free herself.
The door opened and cute, tall and muscled West Brand strode inside. Here was one fine man she wished she could remember instead of hearing she had a business sliding deeper into debt. Today he wore jeans, a black T-shirt, heavy work boots and a lightweight jacket. He saw Austin, hesitated.Nodded.
“Hi, Miss Colton,” he said in his deep voice. “I stopped by to see how you were doing, and ask you a few more questions.”
West removed the jacket, folded it neatly and placed it on the corner chair. Quinn’s heart skipped a beat with pleasure. The action triggered a faint familiarity. Not a memory, but something close.
A pistol hung from his belt. Black, lethal looking. It gaveher comfort, knowing he carried it, because this quiet, strong man seemed determined to protect her.
Quinn didn’t know why, but her instincts told her West Brand would put himself into danger to keep her safe. Going on instinct was all that guided her presently. Until she could get back into her home, and try to piece together the fragments of her life, she had little to aid her in regainingher memory.
West held a bottle of water and took a sip. His sharp gaze roved over her bedside tray, as if he checked to make sure everything was a-okay.
“Do you need anything?” he asked.
“I’m fine,” she told him. “Austin and I were chatting.”
He’d been the same way last night, and held her hand as she fell asleep last night in the ICU.
Sympathy softened Austin’s expression.“We were talking about Demi Colton.”
If she hadn’t been studying West’s face, she’d have missed the slight tensing of that chiseled jawline. West looked at her. “What about Demi Colton?”
“Apparently she’s a sister I don’t remember,” Quinn muttered.
“Half sister. You stayed in cabin number seven last year.” Austin heaved a dramatic sigh. “I remember because you left me alone with tempsto fill the orders. I threatened to hunt you down and drag you back to work.”
The smallest glimmer of...something...surfaced. And then it fled again. “I stayed at Pine Paradise with my sister?”
“Don’t you remember?” Austin looked sheepish. “Sorry, Quinn. Yeah, you rented a cabin in the early fall. You told me it was a great place for peace and quiet and to try to get to know Demi better.Isolated, and far away from people. You even kept her jacket, hoping she’d return to the store and pick it up. She never did.”
West shuffled his feet. Austin stood. Her friend pushed his glasses up his nose. “Well, I’ll leave you two alone now.”
“Leaving me alone with the big, bad FBI agent?” Quinn teased.
“I’m sure you want to spend time with him. He is your boyfriend, after all.Probably your husband in the future.”
West choked on his sip of water. Quinn frowned. “How do you know?”
“Yeah, how?” West demanded.
