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\u201cI\u2019ll keep it,\u201d she replied. \u201cIt looks rather striking, don\u2019t you think?\u201d \u201cYou\u2019re striking enough,\u201d he said curtly and steered her none too gently into the bar that lay off to one side of the lobby. The room was full of laughing groups of people, and there was a great deal of noise. It was not the sort of place she had associated with Adam and she was surprised he had brought her here. \u201cDon\u2019t you like it?\u201d he asked. \u201cIt\u2019s rather, er, garish.\u201d \u201cRufus said you liked bright lights and noise.\u201d<\/p>\n

She bit her lip, determined to keep her temper. \u201cI can\u2019t believe I\u2019d like them as bright or as noisy as \u2018his.\u201d Busy trying to catch the waiter\u2019s attention, Adam ignored her remark. \u201cWhat will you drink?\u201d \u201cChampagne,\u201d she said defiantly. \u201cI\u2019m sure that fits your picture of me!\u201d He raised his eyebrows. \u201cHave milk if you prefer.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll stick to champagne. We might as well celebrate our first evening out. It\u2019s bound to be our last.\u201d Again he did not respond but gave his order to the waiter and leaned back in his chair. Of all the men in the bar he was the most handsome, and many feminine eyes were cast in his direction. He appeared oblivious to them, lost in some world of his own.<\/p>\n

Sharon was debating how much longer she could remain here in silence without kicking him on the ankle, when he abruptly spoke. \u201cMy mother\u2019s extremely fond of you.\u201d \u201cI know. It means a great deal to me.\u201d \u201cI\u2019m sure it does.\u201d \u201cNot for the reasons you think,\u201d she said flatly. \u201cBut when you\u2019re alone in a strange country, it\u2019s good to know someone cares for you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI should imagine a great many people have cared for you,\u201d he replied. \u201cIt wouldn\u2019t be difficult\u201d \u201cWouldn\u2019t it? You seem to find it difficult\u201d \u201d I see you in a different way.\u201d \u201d It could be the wrong way.\u201d \u201cI don\u2019t think so. I see the woman behind the lovely face, the true character lying behind those heavenly blue eyes.\u201d<\/p>\n

His jaw set pugnaciously. \u201cMy God! It\u2019s hard to believe you\u2019re a\u2014\u201d Just then an ice bucket and champagne was set before them, and he broke off and signalled the waiter to fill their glasses. Only as he lifted his own, did he resume talking. \u201cWhat shall our toast be? To the future? To your memory returning? Or perhaps to your memory not returning?\u201d \u201cNot that! You surely don\u2019t think I like living in a vacuum?\u201d \u201cI don\u2019t know what you like.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Rachel Lindsay – Forgotten Marriage After the plane crash, Sharon couldn\u2019t remember who she was. Nor why she\u2019d come to England. Why should this man who claimed to be her brother-in-law regard her with such bitter contempt? \u201cDon\u2019t stare at me with wounded eyes,\u201d he said savagely. \u201cYou\u2019ve wheedled your way into my mother\u2019s affections, but that won\u2019t stop me from exposing you!\u201d It was almost as if he doubted her loss of memory, as if he thought it simply a blind to cover\u2026<\/p>\n

what? OceanofPDF.com CHAPTER ONE The girl opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling. A hammer seemed to be beating in her head and she found it impossible to focus. But curiosity forced her to keep her eyes open and, as the grey mist thinned, she saw a large metallic machine at the side of the bed and, beyond it, a blur of white. She tried to remember where she was but found it difficult to concentrate, and with a sigh, allowed her lids to droop and consciousness to recede.<\/p>\n

When she awoke the second time her head was clearer and her vision normal. She looked around the room: austerely furnished, it was obviously in a hospital or nursing home. She tried to sit up but her body would not obey the command of her brain. Panic-stricken, she wondered if she was paralysed, but as she thought it, she realised she was clenching and unclenching her hands.<\/p>\n

Some of her panic ebbed and carefully she turned her head. It moved from side to side and the relief was so enormous it made her feel weak. She had been in some sort of accident\u2014that much was clear \u2014and was now recovering. She paused in her thoughts, waiting for memory to fill her mind with people and places; a particular person and a special place.<\/p>\n

But nothing came. No names or faces; no house or apartment. It was then that panic returned and would not be stilled. What had happened to her? Who was she? Where did she belong? She was gripped by a wave of fear so strong that it brought her into a sitting position. \u201cWho am I?\u201d she said aloud. \u201cWhat do I look like?\u201d Hearing her voice increased her feeling of unreality and heightened her panic. \u201cWho am I?\u201d she wailed again and started to cry. As her sobs filled the room, the door opened and a nurse hurried across to her.<\/p>\n

\u201cNow, now, we can\u2019t have this,\u201d a lilting Welsh voice soothed. \u201cWhat\u2019s the matter?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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