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Chapter 2 – This is not the time to pull a practical joke Montana

Subconsciously testing his theory, he reached out for her arm. Lindsay backed away. The look on her face said she didn't know if he was going to touch her or strike her. What the hell was wrong with her? He thought of last night. Maybe they weren't out of the woods yet. His eyes daring her to move, he took another step towards her. What the hell was going on?

'That was a nasty bump you got last night'

'Bump?'

She echoed the word, letting it play across her mind. It meant nothing to her, brought back no scene, no sensation. She held perfectly still, afraid to breathe, as his tentative fingers felt around her forehead. Only when the man brushed against the bump did she wince and pull her head back.

Danny dropped his hand to his side staring at her. The swelling had gone down, just as the doctor had told them it would. Everything was supposed to be all right now.

'Yeah, bump.' He studied her face. 'The one you got – hey, what's with you this morning, Montana?'

He'd once seen a look that had passed through a child's eyes as she tried to grasp the string of a balloon that the wind had ripped from her hands, only to miss. Lindsay had that same look in her eyes now. His uneasiness grew.

'What?' he pressed.

Disappointment filled the void, choking her, and then disappeared without a trace. She was empty again. She shook her head. She could almost hear it rattling.

'Nothing, only for a minute, I thought that sounded familiar.'

What the hell was she talking about? 'Of course it sounded familiar. I've been calling you that for…' His voice trailed off as he took a closer look at her. Impatience drop from him like a snake's outer skin. She didn't look like herself at all. The jaunty, devil-may-care confidence was gone. He couldn't put a name to what was in its place. He only knew he didn't like what he saw. Something in his gut turned over.

Danny took hold of her shoulders. She was trembling. It wasn't cold in the room. He looked into her eyes and saw nothing except a tiny spark of fear; the woman he knew was gone.

His voice was low and deadly calm as he asked, 'What's the matter?'

Somehow it seemed cowardly to admit it. She had a vague feeling that she wasn't a coward. That made her feel a little better, though why it should, she couldn't say. She couldn't say a lot of things. She had the oddest feeling that she had leaped into this body from nowhere. Leaped into it like … like that scientist in the TV show. Hysteria bubbled and receded, held back by a steely lid she clamped down on it. My god, she had no idea who she was, or where she was, and yet she remembered a TV program. It made no sense. Nothing made any sense. She raised her eyes to the man in front of her. Could she trust him? Trust was important to her. She knew that, too. And she knew that she had no other choice. She had to trust him. She had to let someone into this solitary world she found herself occupying. Hesitating, she wet her lips and took a chance.

'I don't know who I am.'

'What?' Danny released her and backed away, shaking his head.

Whatever she thought his reaction would be annoyance hadn't headed the list. But he obviously was annoyed, very annoyed.

'This is a hell of a time to try to spring a practical joke Montana.'

She grasped at the straw he's intentionally offered her.

'Do I do that? Do I play practical jokes?' What was she asking him that for?

'You know you do.'

He opened the closest and took out a navy blue pair of slacks. If he had his way, jeans would be the only clothing anyone would wear, but there were certain requirements to this game. He took a shirt out that was the colour of corn bleached by the sun. That ought to do.

'Now hurry up, we have to be – '

He stopped talking as he turned to look over his shoulder. She was still standing there, in the centre of the room, looking like a lost waif. He'd never seen her like that before. Danny let the clothes drop on the bed. Instincts he had long ago learned to trust with his life nudged their way forward. 'My god you're actually serious aren't you?'

Very slowly, biting her lower lip to keep it from trembling, she nodded. She fought back the tears she suddenly felt rising again.

'Yes.'

The hoarse response echoed in the hotel suite, the sound framed by the four walls. Beyond the window seven floors down, the people who flocked to Las Vegas to divert themselves or to win easy money that turned out to not be so easily wooed, were busy going about their business. They could have been a thousand miles away for all the difference they made. Stunned, Danny sank down on the bed, his blue eyes never leaving her face. If she was lying, he'd know. And if this was a joke, he was going to kill her…slowly.

'You're telling me you have amnesia?'

What did it take to make him understand? 'I'm telling you I don't know who I am!'

She wasn't kidding, she was serious. What the hell am I supposed to do now? He wondered.

She though he looked more devastated by the revelation than she did and didn't see how that could be possible. But then, if they had just been married… Her fingers curved around the photograph, she'd hastily shoved back into her pocket when he'd woken up.

'Are you my husband?'

Thoughts were colliding in his brain like megabytes of information being processed in a computer. The question brought him up abruptly. He looked at her surprised.

'What?'

She pulled out the photo and looked at it again, then raised her eyes o his face.

'Are you my husband?' she repeated.

For the first time since this ordeal started, she looked down at her hand. There were rings on it. Huge magnificent rings, the diamond engagement ring gleamed and shot off rays as it trapped a sunbeam within its sphere. The glow reflected off the diamonds encrusted in the gold band beneath it. Her mouth formed a perfect O as she stared at the light show. The stones were large enough to have their own zip code. At least one of them, she thought, was very, very rich.

Danny scrubbed his hand over his face. This was going to complicate everything…

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