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Two weeks later…

It was early evening when Mac arrived home. She came through the door with a smile on her face, automatically pausing to hang up her coat and purse. When she turned around, she found Mic sitting on the arm of the couch, waiting for her.

"Hi," she said pleasantly. "Sorry I'm late. I stopped to see Harm at Bethesda. He's going home tonight. The doctor wants to get him back into his normal routine as soon as possible to help regain his memory."

"Oh." Mic sounded strangely quiet. "That's—that's good."

"Yeah, it is." Mac smiled as she stepped in front of him and kissed him. She felt him pull back from the embrace. "What's wrong?"

"I'm leaving, Sarah."

"Leaving?" She gave a sharp laugh, as if it were a joke. "For where?"

"Australia."

A tight knot was starting to form in her stomach as she realized there was no humor in his voice.

"Mic." She suddenly noticed the duffel bag at his feet.

"Sarah, we were supposed to be married by now. We should have already been on our honeymoon. But you haven't mentioned any of that in two weeks, and you've barely said a word to me in the same time."

Her face fell. "Mic, I'm sorry," she said softly. "But you know I've been busy. Trying to keep up with work and with Harm's plane crash and now his memory loss. I can't think about a wedding right now."

"You can't? Or you won't?" Mic asked. "Sarah, I'm not blind. I wish I were, because then I wouldn't be able to see what he means to you. There's a light in your eyes when you're with him, when you talk about him."

"He's my best friend," Mac protested, "and right now he doesn't even remember me."

"I was going to be your husband. Did you ever stop to remember that?"

"Mic, please." She blinked back the tears threatening to fall from her eyes. "We can work this out."

"I don't think so, Sarah. Not this time."

With a last wistful look at her, Mic swung the duffel bag over his shoulder and headed for the door. She tried to grab his arm, but he turned quickly to avoid her.

"Bye, beautiful."

"Mic!"

But it was too late. Mac felt a sharp pain in her chest and a sob in her throat, and the strangled cry echoed in an empty room. And as the door closed behind him, she threw herself on the couch and wept.

So this is where I live.

Harm stood in the middle of his apartment, taking in his surroundings.

Nice place, I guess.

Using a cane to support his battered body, he limped over to the desk and picked up a couple of the framed photos.

A little dark-haired boy sitting in the cockpit of a fighter plane while his father looked on with pride.

A photo of himself with a younger, blonder man in front of a helicopter. The words printed on the side of the aircraft looked Russian, Harm thought.

He had just eased himself down on the couch when he heard a knock at his door.

"Coming!" he called. He ignored the sharp pain in his back as he grabbed the side of the couch for support and quickly looked around for his cane. He hobbled to the door and swung it open.

"Hi."

"Hi, uh…Mac." He looked at her, hopeful that he had gotten the name right. "What's wrong? You look miserable."

"So do you."

"Oh, I'm fine," he said with a wave of his hand. "I'm getting around with this thing"—he motioned to his cane—"I can't remember anything or anyone, this apartment doesn't even feel like mine, although they tell me it is." His voice was just a little too bright, a little too teasing to fool her. She knew he was frustrated.

"Harm, you renovated this place yourself."

"I did?" He stepped back to let her in. "Well, then, come on in. Maybe you can give me a tour."

Mac hesitated. "Maybe I shouldn't."

"Mac, come on in."

With a heavy sigh, she entered the apartment and turned around to get a good look at him. He didn't stand as tall because he was leaning heavily on his cane. His face was still bruised but starting to heal. And there was a distant look in his eyes that caught her attention – his eyes looked so lost and confused.

"Harm." Her voice was soft, and she wanted to reach out and touch him, but she didn't dare.

Instead she choked back a sob and launched into her own story. "Mic is leaving," she said. "He's going back to Australia. My fiancé," she added in case he didn't remember.

"Why?" Harm asked.

"He doesn't believe I love him."

"Do you?"

"I thought so."

Suddenly starting to feel the ache in his back, Harm motioned for her to come sit next to him on the couch. She did, flopping onto the cushions and leaning back against the pillows, staring up at the ceiling.

"So what happened?"

"I—I don't know. Everything was going fine. Harm, we had everything set for the wedding. We had the church and the caterers and the music and the gifts. And we had the rehearsal dinner, and we were going to be married until—"

"I crashed a plane into the ocean the night before."

Mac looked at him in surprise. "You remember?"

"No." Harm shook his head. "It's just what I've been told. Mac, I'm sorry."

"No, I'm the one who should be sorry," Mac said, suddenly sitting up on the couch and swiping a hand over her teary eyes. "You don't need to hear this. I shouldn't be bothering you, especially when you're not—"

"It's okay," Harm reassured her. "It feels…familiar. Like we've done this before. Have we?"

She laughed sadly. "Probably. I…um, haven't had the greatest track record with relationships."

"Talk to me," he said softly. "Remind me."

He could have sworn she moved closer to him on the couch, seeking a silent comfort that he couldn't remember how to give but somehow seemed to accomplish anyway.

She gently touched his face, her fingers tracing the black and blue scars that ran down his cheek. "I'm glad you're alive, flyboy," she whispered.

Flyboy? The nickname seemed to touch something deep within him. Why? What does it mean? Harm felt a pleasant warmth spreading through him, starting with the heat from her hand on his cheek. The way she looked at him, the way she touched him with such tenderness. Why can't I remember her? Is there a thing with us?

"Mac, did we…are we…?"

Just then, the door swung open.

"Mac." Renee couldn't hide her surprise – and displeasure – at finding the other woman sitting on the couch with her boyfriend.

"Renee," Mac said politely.

"Harm, I brought dinner," Renee said, setting a bag down on the counter. "You ready to eat?"

"Um, yeah. Mac, you want to join us?"

"Oh, no," Mac said quickly, not sure she could stomach any food right now, especially with the pointed glare Renee was giving her. "I have to get going. Thanks for listening, Harm."

"I'll, um, walk you to the door," he said, reaching for his cane.

"No, don't get up," Mac insisted. "You're still healing, Harm. Let Renee take care of you."

"Mac—"

"Don't worry about me," she said. "I'll be fine."

And before he could say anything more, she turned and fled from his apartment.

"Mic dumped you?" Chloe exclaimed over the phone that night. "But why would he do that?" She had returned home soon after Harm's rescue, but she had made Mac promise to call her with details about rescheduling the wedding. Except now it looked like that wasn't going to happen.

"Because I didn't love him with all my heart," Mac admitted sadly.

Chloe tried to feel sorry for her sister, but secretly she was glad that Mac couldn't see the smirk on her face. "So how's Harm?"

"He's okay," Mac replied. "He still doesn't remember anything."

"Maybe you can tell him that he was supposed to marry you."

"Chloe!"

Chloe grinned. "So is he there with you? Are you taking care of him?"

"Renee is staying with him. At his place."

"Why didn't you offer to stay with him?"

"Chloe, I'm not discussing this with you," Mac said sternly.

"Mac, you're his best friend. If there's anyone who can help him get his memory back, it's you."

"Good night, Chloe. I'm hanging up now."

"Think about it, okay, Mac?"

As she hung up the phone, Mac breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't want to admit to Chloe that she couldn't stop thinking about it. She had actually been thinking about it long before they heard Harm was lost at sea and long before she had even met Mic. If she were completely honest with herself, she was thinking that she had fallen for her best friend from the moment they met – a moment that he didn't even remember anymore.