Sometimes…

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Chapter Twelve

Amy awoke a while later and her mind was spinning. Had it all been a dream? She looked down at her left hand and the diamond engagement ring sparkled back. No, it had been real. Which meant…

Sure enough, she was lying beside a sleeping Jackson and they were huddled rather close.

Oh, that had been some crazy, mind-blowing sex. Jackson knew exactly what he was doing and was in complete control except for when she had grown impatient. She had been completely amazed. And to think that she would soon be married to him. Amnesia had sure been good to her; it had reunited her with the love of her life.

Mrs. Amy Alison Rippner… it had a nice ring to it. So did Mrs. Jackson Rippner.

She sighed and stretched. How on earth had she managed to get so damn lucky? After remembering the rape, she had assumed that her life had been horrible. But Jackson had changed everything. He always seemed to…

"Sir, please don't make her do that. She's doing the best she can," she was speaking to a rather rude man.

He replied, "I don't think I was talking to you."

"I realize that…"

"Listen, I'm just trying to get…" he had turned back to harassing the line lady.

Jackson's smooth voice interrupted, "Please, sir. Um, she's the only one standing between us getting out of here at all and total anarchy. "

"Yeah, but she's not the one in…" began the nasty passenger as Jackson grabbed his wrist.

"She's exhausted, she's worked eighteen hours straight, and she suspects that we all hate her just as much as you do. So what do you say we give her break? Let her get back to a job that I'm guessing is a lot more thankless than yours."

A memory! A new memory of her and Jackson. He had stood up for what she had started in line. He had helped her out. She could remember being surprised at him speaking and she knew that he had been standing behind her the whole time, watching her and wondering how to approach her.

Then, she vaguely knew they had gone separate ways, she had been doused by an iced drink and later met him for drinks at the airport bar known as the Tex-Mex. They had spent a good amount of time talking.

Snatches of conversation returned to her. An uttered joke with a serious tone that had bothered her lingered in her head.

"That's what I told them—before I killed them," Jackson said seriously.

She had never been sure if he had killed them or not. She wanted to know. Jackson groaned and rolled over to face her.

"Hey," he whispered, stroking her face with his thumb and smoothing her hair with another hand. "How are you doing?"

"Good. Um, Jackson?"

"Yeah?"

"Did you…" she sighed deeply. "Did you kill your parents?"

Shock crossed his face. "How…how did you remember that?"

"I just remembered you telling me that in the bar; I didn't know if you were joking or not," her voice was worried and she could not look him in the eyes.

"No, Amy, I didn't kill them. They died in a car accident. I'm responsible though—I ran away and they came after me in the rain and were hit by a drunk driver."

"Jackson—I had no idea…" she whispered softly, her heart falling. Jackson's words made sense now. He may not have killed them with his hands, but he still was in a twisted way responsible. Yet, he was not.

"Don't tell me it's not my fault. I don't want your pity," Jackson said sternly, before she could speak again.

"It's not pity," she spat back. "I'm just sorry. I shouldn't have asked."

"Amy, you had every right to ask. You deserved to know."

"Now I know about your parents, but what about mine, Jackson? What happened to them?"

"I don't know," Jackson said quietly and sadly, shaking his head. "I honestly don't know what happened to them. You never talked about them."

"Never?" her voice was quiet and her lip trembling. Tears were threatening to spill over from her green eyes.

"No, I assume they died. That you were not close. They were your adoptive parents, remember?"

Amy nodded and Jackson pulled her close. "Hey, hey. It's okay."

No, it was not okay. It would never be okay. She did not know about her past and despite her excitement about her impending marriage to Jackson, she could not shake the bad feeling that haunted her. Something was not right. Something was very, very wrong. But what?

What did she not already know that could severely impact her life?

"Wonders never cease…" Jackson was somewhat surprised.

Author's Notes:

She's suspicious, but she's not suspecting him. She has no reason to yet. But Jackson's nervous. He knows that she's close. Her questions are getting to him. Enjoy! Sorry that I forgot the warning before the last chapter—I went back and added it. My mistake. It won't happen again!