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familiar, despite the added pounds. When he looked as though he could stand on his own, she went into the kitchen and grabbed the aspirin bottle and a glass of water. She turned and discovered he was watching her.
    “Are you okay?” she asked.
    He just stared at her.
    He was beginning to frighten her. But that was ridiculous; they had lived together for five years, had known each other almost seven. “Here, you’ll feel better after you take this.” Maddy shook two aspirin into his palm and handed him the water.
    “Thanks.” Michael popped the aspirin into his mouth and drank all the water before returning the glass. He took in his surroundings, the plaid sofa and chair with plump cushions, the dried-flower arrangement, and the matted and framed photographs that hung on the wall. The empty fireplace made him frown. “It’s freezing in here. You should have a fire going.”
    Maddy wondered at his impersonal tone. He’d obviously been very successful at shutting her out of his life; she almost hated herself for the buckets of tears she’d cried after leaving him. “The wood is wet, Michael,” she said. “I carried in a couple of loads, but it’s going to take a while for them to dry out.” His gaze landed on her once more. “I’d better find that ice pack. The sooner we get that swelling down the better.” She started for the kitchen, and then paused. “Would you like something? A cup of coffee or some hot chocolate ? We don’t have much water, so we’ll have to conserve as much as we can until we find the water valve.”
    “Huh?”
    He looked at her as though she’d just rattled the whole thing off in German. Maybe he was still dazed. In that case, she wouldn’t want to give him more to think about than he needed at the moment. “I asked if I could get you anything,” she said.
    “Some answers would be nice,” he said sharply. “For starters, I’d like to know where the hell I am. Once you answer that, you might tell me who you are.”

Chapter Four
    Maddy was too stunned at first to speak. “You’re saying you don’t know who I am? Is this some kind of joke?”
    “Do I look like I’m joking?”
    She had to admit he didn’t. His eyes were dark and hooded, impenetrable. There was an aloofness about him that made her edgy. His body language told her he was as tense with the situation as she was. She didn’t like what she was thinking. Surely to heaven he didn’t have amnesia. Those things only happened on TV, not in real life. “No, you don’t.”
    The bedroom door opened and two dachshunds raced out, going into a fit of barking the minute they spied Michael. They skidded to a stop and attached themselves to the hem of his jeans, growling and snarling as though they had every intention of tearing them off his body.
    Danny followed close behind. He looked hurt and embarrassed. “I’m sorry I said those things about Grandma, Uncle Michael,” he said, trying to make himself heard over the noise. Maddy was on her knees trying to pull the animals free. “I was just trying to get you to wake up. I’m glad you’re okay.” Without warning, he threw his arms around Michael.
    Maddy managed to pry Muffin loose, but Rambo refused to give up, dodging all her attempts to grab him. She would have to close the female in her bedroom, then try to wrestle the male free. She stood and noted the frantic look on Michael’s face. He obviously didn’t know what to make of the boy.
    “Uh, Danny, I have something to tell you,” Maddy began, struggling to hold her pet, who seemed bent on diving from her arms and rejoining her brother.
    As though sensing a problem, the boy drew back and looked into his uncle’s face. “Is something wrong, Uncle Michael?”
    “Your uncle doesn’t recognize us, honey. He has amnesia.”
    Danny looked from one to the other. “Is this for real or are you guys being weird again?”
    Michael, who was trying to pull free from the animal’s grasp, glanced up. “It must be