Cherish (Covet #1.5) Read Online Free PDF

I can tell by his expression that he’s struggling to process all this. The last thing I want to do is tax his brain, so I redirect our conversation. “Is it all right with you if I stay a little longer? I’ll understand if you don’t want me to.”
    “It’s okay if you stay, Jess.” The cautious way he says it makes me think that he can’t quite remember why he wouldn’t want me here. Those memories may be buried, but at some point they’re going to resurface.
    And when they do, I’ll try to say the things I couldn’t then.
    While Daniel is sleeping, I come up with the idea of going to his house to retrieve some of his clothes, and I run it by him as soon as he wakes up. “I bet you’ll be more comfortable in a T-shirt and sweatpants. I can bring some shoes too. The nurse said something about you walking a little farther today.”
    He groans and closes his eyes again. I’m sure getting out of bed is nothing but a kaleidoscope of pain.
    “Would you like me to bring back the clothes?”
    “Sure.”
    I realize that I don’t actually know where Daniel lives. “What’s your address?”
    As soon as I see his stricken expression, I realize my mistake. I should have asked a nurse. Surely they could find the information in his chart somewhere.
    Shit.
    “Never mind,” I say quickly. “Dylan can come with me. Do your mom and dad have an extra key?”
    “There’s a keypad on the garage.” He hesitates. “I don’t know the code,” he says quietly, and his fearful, anguished expression tells me how much the awareness of his memory loss has shaken him.
    “Don’t worry. We’ll figure it out. Is there anything else you want me to bring back while I’m there?”
    “No,” he says, turning away from me to look at the wall.
    My heart is breaking.
     
    Dylan agrees to accompany me to Daniel’s house, rather reluctantly it seems. When I finally tracked him down, he was stepping into the elevator with a nurse. By the way she was looking at Dylan, I knew he was in the midst of laying on the charm. It’s easy to be taken in by Dylan. He’s every bit as handsome as his brother, but Daniel appears warm and inviting, and Dylan is all hard edges, as if his good looks are encased in brittleness. He’s a snake that will whirl around and strike once you’re close enough.
    “Hey,” I said. “Can you ride with me to Daniel’s? I need to pick up a few things for him, and I don’t know where he lives.”
    “So just ask him,” Dylan said, turning his attention back to the nurse.
    I gritted my teeth. “I did. He doesn’t remember.”
    “He doesn’t remember where he lives ?” Dylan said, spinning back around.
    “He got shot in the head, Dylan. What part of short-term memory loss did you not understand? He’ll remember it. Eventually.”
    I hope .
    Dylan whispered something in the nurse’s ear. Whatever it was, it made her cheeks flush a bright shade of red. I rolled my eyes.
    Now he’s in the passenger seat of my Honda, directing me to Daniel’s house. “Daniel said there’s a keypad on the garage, so I hope you have the code.”
    “Yeah, I’ve got it.”
    Daniel’s house is much smaller than our old one, and it’s a ranch instead of a two-story. The yard needs to be mowed because none of us thought about that while Daniel was clinging to life. I make a mental note to get someone out here to take care of it or come back and do it myself.
    Dylan keys in the code but the door remains closed. “That’s weird,” he says, wrinkling his forehead and trying again. Still nothing.
    “Maybe Daniel changed it,” I say. “When’s the last time you used it?”
    “A few months ago.” His expression changes to one of comprehension.
    “What is it? Do you know why he changed the code?”
    “No,” he says, but I’d bet a million bucks that he does. And whatever the reason, his scowl tells me he’s irritated by it.
    So now we have to crack the code or break into Daniel’s house, neither of which sound like