Forget Me Not (Escape Contemporary Romance) Read Online Free PDF

help from a jar of something from the supermarket.’ She rolled her eyes. ‘Sacrilege, on my part.’
    Stefan picked up the last bowl from the cupboard. ‘Sacrilege smells good.’
    ‘Would you like a beer with dinner?’
    ‘I don’t know. Do I like beer?’
    Claire turned and took two long necks of Stella Artois from the fridge. ‘You like it with Indian.’
    After they were seated at the table, Stefan reached across, grabbing a beer and Claire’s empty glass. ‘Let’s see if I know how to do this.’ He tilted the glass, pouring a beer with a perfect head and passed it to Claire.
    ‘You remembered how to pour it?’
    Shrugging, Stefan picked up his own beer. ‘I just knew. It must be the instinctive male beer-drinking gene.’
    She lifted her glass and clinked it against his bottle. ‘Here’s to the newly discovered beer-gene.’
    Claire took a deep draft and watched, wide-eyed. As if it wasn’t hard enough getting used to a usually clean-shaven Stefan now having a trendy goatee—now, he was drinking straight from the bottle, too.
    He looked at her blankly. ‘Is something wrong?’
    ‘I’ve never seen you do that before.’
    ‘But you said I liked beer.’
    ‘Only from a glass. You always said it was uncouth to drink straight from the bottle.’
    Stefan raised his eyebrows. ‘So, you think I’m uncouth?’
    ‘No, you think you’re uncouth.’ Claire felt her brow furrow. ‘Or you would if you could remember.’
    His smile reached his eyes, crinkling at the corners. ‘Maybe we’d best not go there.’
    Perhaps he was right and Claire should just take him as he was. After all, he was a lot easier to get along with now than he’d been before walking out on her. This Stefan might have lost his memory, but at least he didn’t hold any grudges.
    After a while, Stefan put his knife and fork down. ‘Mmmm. This is absolutely the best meal I’ve ever had.’
    ‘Wow. Thank you so much.’ Claire was beaming, but on reflection he’d spent the last week in hospital, so that probably wasn’t saying a lot. ‘Hospital food is renowned for being lousy? I’m not sure what you said was a compliment.’
    ‘I wasn’t poking fun at you. This meal is excellent.’ Poker-faced, he added, ‘Even if you didn’t grind your own spices.’
    ’I’d like to see you do better!’
    It wasn’t a witty retort, but was the best Claire could do.
    Reaching across, Stefan covered her hand with his. ‘I honestly didn’t mean to offend you, but this is so much better than anything I can remember having. It was lovely of you to cook tonight. Hey, maybe I’ll cook tomorrow night.’
    She smiled at the warmth of his touch. ‘Maybe you will.’
    Stefan grinned, let her hand go, and continued eating.
    God, how she’d missed these little touches and the way they made her feel, and even the teasing. But was all temporary—Stefan’s memory loss, the way he behaved and talked to her, him staying in her apartment. All those things would change.
    Claire stood, plate in hand, but Stefan gestured for her to sit down.
    ‘I’ll do the cleaning up,’ he said.
    ‘You will?’
    ‘Of course. I’m not an invalid. I presume that occasionally I used to clear the table.’
    ‘Usually you cooked. You hated cleaning up.’ Stefan had never been lazy and had always done his share, but if he hadn’t liked doing something, he’d find a way around it. ‘But who knows, maybe now you’ll like doing the dishes.’
    ‘I didn’t say I’d like doing the cleaning up, only that I’d do it.’ He held her gaze, his pale eyes intense, almost mesmerizing. ‘I was wondering … looking through our photo albums there were a few things that didn’t quite make sense. My parents, for one. Except for the wedding album, there are very few other pictures of them, but there are plenty of photos of your mom and sister. I presume Sophie is your sister?’
    ‘Yes, she moved to Perth for work years ago. Mum lives in the Western suburbs of Sydney and