Chapters (47)
- Also by Rebecca Zanetti
- Table of Contents
- Dedication
- Acknowledgments
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Teaser Chapter
- About the Author
She relaxed her body and took a couple of deep breaths. “I came out of the coma five years ago and have been, um, in rehabilitation. In Europe.” Yeah, that sounded like a good story.
He smiled again, his face lighting up. “I’m so glad. I really am.”
She stared at his handsome face, her headache intensifying. “I wish I remembered you.”
He breathed out. “Well. Maybe I can help. Is this the first time you’ve been back home?”
She no longer had a home. Not really. “Yes. I thought coming to Denver might help shake loose some memories, but so far, nothing.”
“Okay.” He leaned forward. “What if I showed you around town? Like went places we used to go? Maybe that would help?” When she didn’t answer, he chuckled. “Sorry. This is all just so much. I’d like to help.”
She could see what she’d liked in him.
A door to the right of the kitchen opened, and a woman walked out with a toddler in her arms. “I fell asleep with her again, and apparently nap time is now over.” She looked around and started, her green eyes widening. “Grace. Oh my God. Grace!” Wonder danced over her pretty features.
Brian stood and took the little girl, hugging her.
Grace partially stood, staring at the blonde. She was on the tallish side with pretty features, dressed in yoga pants and a T-shirt with the word “NOPE” across her chest.
The woman looked at Grace and then Brian and then back at Grace. She grimaced. “So. We ended up together.” She held up a hand. “We didn’t plan it. You were gone, and we tried to find you, and somehow…”
“We found each other,” Brian said over the toddler.
The little girl had green eyes and blond hair, like her mother. She looked at Grace and sucked her thumb, her eyes sleepy.
“I’m glad,” Grace said, turning back to study the woman. They must’ve been friends. Who was she? Trying to remember was increasing her headache, so Grace sat back down, deflated.
Brian sat. “Grace doesn’t remember us. This is Bobbi. You two were good friends.”
Bobbi stepped over a couple of stuffed animals to sit on the sofa with Grace, facing her. “You don’t remember? But you’re out of the coma. That’s amazing.” She reached out to touch Grace and then pulled her hand back. “We tried to visit, but your sister—”
“Can be a little overprotective,” Grace said, her mind reeling. How many friends had she left not knowing what had happened to her? Darn Faith. She had always been so focused on school and career and probably hadn’t even thought of friends. “I’m sorry I just disappeared. I’m okay now.” Not even remotely true. “I’m glad you found each other, and your baby is adorable.” She really was cute.