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to get him a new one for Christmas.” She smiled at Luke. “I really
     need a man’s opinion.”
    He grinned back at her, and her heart nearly melted. Not counting Grandpa, she’d never
     felt so relaxed and contented with any man the way she did with Luke.
    “I’m not sure how much help I’ll be,” he said, “but I can try out a few chairs and
     let you know which ones feel comfortable to me.”
    “That’s all I want.” Susan led the way through the store to the section where sofas,
     recliners, and rocking chairs were sold. “Here’s a nice blue one.” She motioned to
     a larger recliner. “Take a seat and tell me what you think.”
    Luke sat down and stood back up almost immediately. “That one’s too big, and it wasn’t
     very comfortable. The chair would swallow him up, I think.”
    “Okay. How about that one over there?” Susan pointed to a tan recliner that also rocked
     and swiveled.
    Luke sat down, leaned his head back, and closed his eyes. He stayed like that for
     several minutes, causing her to wonder if he’d fallen asleep. Susan was about to give
     his arm a shake, when his eyes popped open. “This chair feels good to me. I think
     your grandpa would like it.”
    Susan smiled. She hadn’t expected they would find one so quickly. “Great! I’ll talk
     to the salesman and see if I can put some money down on the chair and then pay the
     rest before Christmas. You can wait there if you like.” She giggled. “Just don’t fall
     asleep.”
    He wiggled his eyebrows playfully as he started to rock the chair. “I’ll try not to.”
    Susan headed to the counter, where the salesman waited on another customer. When he
     was done, it didn’t take him long to write up the paperwork for Susan’s purchase.
     She returned to where she’d left Luke, but he wasn’t there.
    Susan glanced around and was relieved to see Luke standing beside a beautiful oak
     dining-room table that could have easily seated ten or twelve people. He was bent
     over, looking closely at the table, and rubbing his hand over the wood grain with
     an odd expression. “Luke, is something wrong?” she asked, approaching him.
    He straightened and blinked his turquoise eyes. “I used to work in a furniture store.”

    As they got closer to Darby, Luke stared out the window of Susan’s car, barely noticing
     the snowflakes coming down. All he could think about was the fact that he’d remembered
     having worked in a furniture store. But where was that store? Did he own it or work
     for someone else? Had he been a salesman there, or was he a woodworker who built some
     of the furniture?
    Luke leaned his head back and closed his eyes.
Why can’t I remember the details? Will my past ever come fully back to me?
    “Are you okay?” Susan asked, reaching across the seat to touch his arm.
    “I’m fine. Just thinking, is all.”
    “About having worked in a furniture store?”
    “Yeah. I wish the pieces would come to me. I’m tired of struggling to remember who
     I am,” Luke murmured in frustration. “I know I should be happy that even a little
     bit is emerging about myself, but I get discouraged when I can’t recall the rest of
     it.”
    “You know that your name is Luke, and I think you’re on the verge of getting your
     memory completely back, so cling to that.”
    Susan sounded so sincere, Luke almost believed her. Maybe these little flashes of
     memory he kept having
were
a sign that he was on the threshold of remembering everything about his past.
    “I can’t believe how hard it’s snowing; especially when it wasn’t doing anything when
     we left home,” Susan said, motioning to the heavy flakes hitting the front window.
     It looked as if they had the makings for a full-blown snowstorm. The windshield wipers
     could hardly keep up.
    “I love the snow, but I don’t like to drive in it,” Susan said, her knuckles turning
     white as she gripped the steering wheel.
    Luke wished he could offer to take over the