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Chapter 3 – Yes I am your husband…

Why hadn't she been more careful last night? He'd told her to stay in the hotel room, but she had been stubborn and followed and then she'd fallen. The laugh he uttered was purely reflexive, a throw-away sound.

'I'm-' Debating he made a decision and hope it wasn't the wrong one. There'd be hell to pay eventually if it was. Danny moved towards her and put his hands on her shoulder again. Hoping against hope, he looked into her eyes one more time. No this wasn't a joke, she'd never carry one this far. Damn it, anyway. He should have locked her up in the room last night. But it was too late for remorse now. He'd have to play the hand he'd been dealt. He always had before. But this time, he had a feeling it was going to be harder than usual to bluff.

A practical smile slide across his lips. With just the smallest bit of effort, Danny forced it to his eyes. A man did what he had to survive. 'Yes, I'm your husband.'

She had the photograph and the rings, yet his assurance couldn't penetrate the invisible wall wrapped around her, couldn't nudge a single memory to the fore, she bit her frustration back.

'Then you'd know my name.'

His eyes touched her face, her hair, with such familiarity she though she should remember at least a kernel of something. But she didn't.

Taking her hands in his, Danny nodded. 'Yes, I know your name.'

Maybe if she heard it. 'What is it?' she asked hopefully.

This was going to take some time, Danny thought. And time was the one thing they didn't have in abundance. Not if this thing was going to go off on schedule. But he couldn't just ignore the situation, either. Damn, but this was a mess. Trying to be gentle was he could Danny took her by the hand and sat her down on the bed.

'Your name is Lindsay. Lindsay Monroe.' He searched her eyes to see if that made any impression on her.

She could almost feel him delving into her mind, looking for something as hard as she was looking for it herself. Maybe he was her husband. There was no reason to doubt him just because she couldn't remember. Why would he lie?

Powerless to make a connection with the name she shook her head in response to the unspoken question that hung between them.

All right then, here goes, he thought. 'Actually your names Lindsay Messer now, we were married two days ago in a chapel just outside of Las Vegas, were in Las Vegas right now. The Tangiers Hotel.'

She didn't know a single thing about herself outside the fact that she had, at least once, watched a TV program about a time traveler, yet what he was telling her didn't sound right. Didn't feel right. She didn't think she was the kind of person who would have been happy settling for a ceremony in Las Vegas. Something told her she had more taste then that. More of a sense of tradition. And there was the clothes, confused she pulled out the photograph from her pocket and held it up to him again.

'Aren't these very fancy clothes for Las Vegas?' If she was going to run off with him, why had she bothered bringing such an expensive – looking gown with her?

Danny sighed, Lindsay might not be in there at the moment, but she'd left behind her annoying habit of picking things apart. He might have known the worst traits would remain.

'You insisted, 'he told her, the smile on his lips never fading. 'You said you wanted a memorable photograph of your wedding, even if the place wasn't.'

'Why Las Vegas?' The rings didn't look fake, the gown certainly wasn't. That meant there was money enough for a huge wedding.

His smile widened. This time there was just the slightest trace of amusement in his eyes. 'You were in a hurry.'

In a hurry. That, like the nickname he had called her, almost struck a chord before fading away. She held the photograph in both hands, looking down at it. Willing herself to remember, to grasp the half memory before it became a ghost.

'Was anyone else there?' she raised her eyes to his. 'My parents? Brothers? Sisters?' she tried to conjure up faces to go with the labels. They didn't come.

He continued to watch her eyes as he answered. 'You don't have any.'

Lindsay sighed. She was alone. That would account for some emptiness she felt. But not all. A newlywed shouldn't feel as if she were hollow. Should she?

'Then there's just you?' she asked Danny, her voice hardly above a whisper.

Guilt raced through him. He squelched it. Mustering the most sympathetic look he could, Danny covered her hand with his own and squeezed it.

'Just me.'

She nodded, absorbing the information. 'What's your name?'

'Danny, Danny Messer.' He could see that didn't mean anything to her, either.

Very lightly he brushed aside her hair and looked at the bump she'd sustained last night. It didn't look very big now. He'd been concerned enough about it at the time to force her to go to the emergency room even when she'd stubbornly refused. X-rays hadn't shown any cause for alarm. There were no signs of a concussion. The doctor had assured him she'd be fine after a night's rest.

Fine. Yeah right. The man had probably gotten his medical degree from the back of a matchbook cover. Danny rose to his feet, his hand still wrapped around hers. Quinton slept in late. That gave them a few hours leeway.

'Look why don't we go back to the hospital?'

Doubt filled the hollow spaces. 'Back?'

It was going to be a matter of force-feeding her all sorts of information. He knew the danger in that. He was going to have to be careful.

Danny nodded. 'I took you there last night, after you hit your head. Community general.'

The name meant less than nothing to her. 'How did I happen to…?'

He anticipated her question. The scenario was one he'd thought of last night, while driving her home from the hospital. In case anyone should ask.

'In the pool. The one on the roof. It was late, and we had it to ourselves. I guess we got a little carried away.' He said vaguely, then flashed her a dazzling smile when he saw more doubt in her eyes. 'After all, we are on our honeymoon. Anyways, you slipped and hit your head on the side of the pool.'

'Was I unconscious?'

'No, that's why you resisted.'

'Resisted? You?' That seemed hardly likely. She might not remember Danny Messer, but there was no denying that something within her remembered the chemistry between them. Even now, highly confused and disorientated, she was aware of it. Aware of an underlying strong pull between them. It was all she needed to convince her that he was telling her the truth. Whether or not she remembered it, she was his wife.

'No, going to the hospital. I had to force you to go to the emergency room.'

Again, something vague whispered along the perimeter of her mind. Someone being ushered into a car. Was it her? Was he the one doing the ushering? Her head began to ache again.

'You forced me?' she repeated.

Despite the gravity of the situation, his mouth curved. 'Your stubborn.'

So what exactly did she have here? A name and a face, neither of which were even vaguely familiar. And a few scraps of information. How did it all fit together?

'I'm stubborn and I play practical jokes and I have no family.' She blew out a deep breath. 'Not much to build on is it?'

Danny thought of his background. 'Some have had less.' He wished he could tell her more, but now wasn't the time. Instead he slipped his arm around her. 'C'mon, get dressed and we'll see what the doctor has to say.'

Before she could answer, there was a sharp knock on the door.

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