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Chapter 4 – 'Danny are you being shy…?'

The rapid knock came again.

'Room service,' a baritone voice on the other side of the door sang out.

Danny hadn't ordered anything. He looked at the door, then glanced over his shoulder toward the closet, debating. There wasn't time for that. Besides, it would raise too many questions. Her questions. Danny made no move to open the door.

'I didn't send for room service.'

'No sir. Compliments of Mr. Richard Quinton, sir,' the voice on the other side of the door cheerfully told him. 'He left orders last night to bring you the biggest, best breakfast our kitchen has to offer.'

'Oh.' Some of the tension left his shoulders. But when Lindsay reached for the doorknob, Danny caught her wrist. She looked at him, growing steadily more confused. He shook his head, moving his body between her and the door.

'I'll get it.'

Her head still felt incredibly fuzzy, but Lindsay was certain that she'd seen a warning glance pass over his face just as he'd grabbed her wrist. Why was he being so cautious? In was only room service. It just didn't make sense. But then, nothing did.

Lindsay moved to the side, watching Danny. He opened the door a crack, then a little farther, before finally stepping aside. Her attention was drawn away from Danny to the cart the bellman was pushing in before him. The top of the mobile table was completely filled with covered dishes. There was just barely enough room for their place settings. Even the empty coffee cups were placed in the centre of the plates. The bellman wheeled the cart over near the window. With a flourish, he began uncovering the various dishes while slanting an appreciative look towards Lindsay. There were hot cakes, waffles, sausages, bacon, toast, ham and eggs prepared two different ways. When he was finished, the bellman handed Danny a note. Unfolding it, Danny found that it simply said, 'Eat hearty. Richard Quinton.'

Curious, Lindsay stood on her toes and read the words over Danny's shoulder. She looked back at the array of hot food.

'Who's Richard Quinton?'

Tossing aside the note aside, Danny slipped the bellman a five dollar bill he pulled out of his jeans and then closed the door on the younger man. The sash on Lindsay's robe had come undone and her robe was hanging open. It was evident that the bellman had been desperately angling for a better view. Not that Danny could blame him. He crossed to the cart and picked up one of the empty plates.

'Somebody whose life I save yesterday.' There was comfort in the fact that though the title had been temporarily obscured, Danny could still read Lindsay like a book. He saw the question in her eyes. 'We were on the golf course. Quinton and the woman with him – Sally, I think he said her name was.' Danny knew damn well what her name was, knew everything that was necessary to know about the pair, down to the size of their underwear and where they went to school. He's always prided himself on being through, but there was no point in saying that now. It would only generate more questions.

'They were playing ahead of us,' he continued. Rather slowly, I might add.' He helped himself to only toast, taking two servings of strawberry jam to go with it. 'Anyway, suddenly this car comes out of nowhere, barreling down the slope. Someone must have forgotten to put on the emergency brake.' Danny poured coffee into a cup, and then pushed it towards her. Turning the second cup over, he filled it to the brim. He liked his coffee black and hot and strong when could get it. This looked more like tea. Weak Tea at that.

'And…?' Lindsay prompted.

'And if I hadn't pushed him out of the way, Richard Quinton would have died on the thirteenth hole holding a nine iron in his hand.'

He said it so simply, as if he was accustomed to saving people's lives on a regular basis. Was he? Was he a fireman or a doctor? Somehow she didn't think so. She studied him as she picked up her coffee cup. The aroma was vaguely tempting. She sipped and frowned, then poured in cream. The aroma was deceptive.

'Looks like yesterday was a busy day.' Unconsciously, she touched her forehead for emphasis. 'Too bad I can't remember it.'

Danny perched on the arm of the sofa and ate. The toast was dark and crisp, just the way he liked it. 'You will,' he reassured her.

At least he sure as hell hoped she would. He didn't want to think about the alternative right now. If he had no control over it, it made no sense to dwell on it until he could come up with a plan.

Danny nodded towards the cart. "I guess the kitchen hasn't heard about cholesterol yet.' He watched her fill her plate. Lindsay was taking something from each dish.

'Hungry?'

She hadn't realized she was until the cart had been brought in. At the sight of the food, she had felt her stomach tightening and twisting into a knot, growling. It was empty as her head. But this at least she could do something about. Lindsay looked up from her plate, placing her hand protectively over the side to keep the sausages from falling off.

'Yes, very.'

Danny picked up his last piece of toast. 'Well, that hasn't changed any; you always ate like a horse.' The assessment wasn't flattering, but it was accurate. His eyes washed over her silhouette. As long as he'd known Lindsay, there hadn't been an ounce of excess fat in her. 'Near as I can figure it, it changes into pure energy the minute it passes your lips, same principle as an old fashioned steam engine.'

She knew what he said was true, even if she couldn't remember anything specific to confirm it. Even now, confronted with this all encompassing hole in her memory, she could feel adrenaline beginning to build, adrenaline accompanied by an insatiable curiosity.

'I'm active?'

Danny grinned. Here, at least, he was on safe ground. The word active, didn't even begin to cover it. 'Indefatigable.'

She liked that, liked the description a lot better than being told that she ate like a four –legged creature who lived in a stable. The grin on his face struck like a distant chord, like a church bell being rung in a neighboring town. She liked his grin, liked the way it seemed to ripple straight under her skin. The way he was looking at her made her wonder if he meant Indefatigable to apply to everything or if he was referring to something specific. Something sexual. Had they slept together before they'd gotten married? she wondered. Or was this honeymoon a virgin run? The thought brought a smile to her lips, but she didn't ask. Some questions were going to have to be worked up to.

Danny rubbed his thumb over his fingers, getting rid of the crumbs. What was going on in that head of hers? He would have sold his soul to know... or at the very least, leased it. Danny set back the plate on the table. She was still looking at him. 'What?'

There was so much to learn, so much to experience all over again for the first time. A myriad of possibilities began to suggest themselves to her. She had a feeling that she was accustomed to making the best of things. 'I think that I'm going to have fun finding out about me.'

If this were the old Lindsay talking, he knew he would be in for trouble. But it wasn't, so maybe he'd have some slack cut him. Heaven knew he was going to need it. 'It'll be an experience,' he promised.

Danny dusted off his hands on the back of his jeans and rose. 'Well I've had my fill.' She was still working her way through her plate. And would probably have seconds, he guessed.

'You finish up. I'm going to take a shower and then we're going to see that doctor.'

Lindsay watched him walk out of the room. She couldn't shake the impression that though it was subtly done, he was rushing her. But why? They were on their honeymoon, weren't honeymoons supposed to be leisurely? Shrugging, she finished off what was left on her plate. She supposed that he just wanted to get her to the doctor to have her checked out. Maybe he was hoping the doctor could off an explanation and some sort of course of action to bring back her memory. God, she hoped so. She hated this feeling of not knowing anything. Of being only vaguely aware that she had a life before this morning. Lindsay looked down at her left hand and then towards the closed bathroom door. From the looks of it, and him, it must have been some life at that, Felling pleasantly full, she pushed the cart back and rose, then crossed to the closet. She had to find something to wear. Sliding the hangers along the pole as she took inventory, she noticed that she seemed to favour feminine looking things. Somehow that didn't feel right, but it obviously had to be, since that was all there was on her side of the closet. She would have rather worn jeans, faded ones like Danny's. Sighing she selected a straight white skirt and a cherry red pullover. Listlessly she tossed them on the bed. Lindsay glanced towards the bathroom. The water in the shower was still running. An entire battalion of questions was running through her head. A few were including their way forward to the top of the list. One in particular… If she hesitated, it was only for a second. Since she had no past to fall back on, there was no time like the present. Opening the door, Lindsay stood on the threshold for a moment. The thought that she was standing on the threshold in more ways than one whispered in her mind. An unfamiliar anticipation began to drum through her as she looked at the stall. A light, foggy haze had risen, partially obscuring the frosted glass and then man within. It was just enough to mute the details of Danny's outline. Mute them, but not erase them entirely. And certainly in no way negate the effect they had on Lindsay. Catching her lower lip between her teeth, she moved towards the shower stall.

He sensed he wasn't alone a second before the shower door opened. Turning, Danny raised his hand defensively. It dropped to his side as surprise paralyzed him. Lindsay was standing there, looking almost as surprised as he was. And she was staring at him. Staring and smiling.

He wasn't sure he'd ever seen that smile on her face before. And didn't have a single idea how to interpret it. Belated reflexes had him pulling the door out of her hand and shutting it.

'Just what the hell do you think you're doing? He demanded.

She thought that was rather obvious. What wasn't exactly obvious, at least not to her, was what had prompted her into the bathroom in the first place. But she was certainly glad she'd come. 'Looking at my husband… I was just, um, curious.'

Oh boy… Danny turned up the hot water; the steam wasn't forming nearly as fast enough to satisfy him. He attempted to sound nonchalant. 'I've got all the working parts if that's what you mean'.

'Danny are you being shy…?'

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