Suze's POV
I Couldnt remember much from the night before. To say the least,I couldn't remember several nights before. So was it okay for me to scream as I did waking up ina place I have no recollection of?
I sure hope so, because I don't think the good-looking latino holding my hand appreciated it. I heard bits of what I took to be Spanish. Was I in Mexico?
Out of breath, I shut up. Now I was able to hear the words comming out of the nice mouth of the latino.
"Susannah, what is the matter?" He asked.
Was my name Susannah? Now that I thought about it, I couldn't remember that either. What was the matter with me?
"Okay, Um...Who are you and why does my arm hurt?" I held my right arm in an angle that made it hurt less.
"You probably broke it. I'll go and--Wait, you don't know who I am?" He asked me again.
I shook my head.
"Susannah, do you remember what happened last night in the barn? With the fire?"
"No I don't" I almost started crying mid-sentence. If I didn't remember yesterday, what else didn't I remember?
"What year were you born?" He asked again. What was this? 20 Questions?
"Look! I don't know okay! I put my left hand to my forehead. MaybeI was sick. Nopeno fever.
"Nombre de Dios."He said running his large brown hand through his thick black hair.Why was he gettingfrustrated?
" Pardon?" I said using aFrenchaccent.Why was I speakingFrench?Wasn't I in Mexico?
He paced around the room and finally walkedin front of me, grabbing my shoulders gently.
"Miss, my name is Jesse de Silva. You areMiss Susannah Simon. Apparently youhave lost all your memories. Including the memories that you need to gethome"
"Home? Do I not live here?" I looked towards the window, where I saw a fantastic viewof the ocean.
"Miss, look atwhat you are wearing and what I am wearing. You come from an entirely different...A different part oftown"
"Which town are we in?"
"Carmel,California.Here, this might help your arm." He pulled of his shirt and tied it over my shoulder and around my arm. Sort oflike a sling.He had a nice set of abs thatmade me blush. This guy must work out."It'll help when we ride. Unless we have to walk. My horse might not have made it."
"Ride? Horse? I'm going with you?" I looked at my newsling.
Jesse hestiated.
"Because youwere off to work with my family. To help my sisters, and my mother."Why did he bring this up now?
"Work for your mother and sisters?And how did I lose my memoryin the process?"
Jesse hesitated once more.
"We were attacked inthe hayloft and the fire started, so we jumped out of thewindow.And somehow you broke your arm and ended up without a memory." He crossed his arms as if he weregetting cold. I tried to take the sling off.
"What are you doing?" He askedstopping me in the process.
"You're cold."
" Yes, but I won't letyour arm get deformed. Keep it on, well we have to go and getyou something to wear. Maybe a dress. You can't possibly wear that to myhome."
"And Why not!" whatever I was thinking when I putmy clothes on,I wasn't stupid,the clothes I was wearinglooked morecomfortable than what the woman by the door was wearing.
"Jesse de Silva!"Now both his and my attention was on the elderly woman."I told you both that this was a respectable house. I want you two out!"
Jesse grabbed my left arm and walked me out of the building and into the yard. Well it lookedlike a big back yard, but It was the land itself. And we saw that the barn that had been burnt down hadsaved the horses inside. Jesse walked me to his horse and lifted me up. Something that made me mad since I could have done it myself.
"We'll get your dress near my home. There is a city that my sisters can take you to." He jumped behind me and told me to hold on to his waist. We rode off into the sun. I was gonnameet his parents!
