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the song is about Joshua.”
    “Yeah,
that’s the obvious part but I think there’s more. I just don’t know what
exactly, but I’d like to figure it out.”
    A
chill wracked him as he pulled on the T-shirt and she noticed. “If you’re cold,
why don’t you lay back down for awhile ?”
    Her
suggestion had merit but Joshua shook his head. “Would you mind if I sprawl on
the couch with a blanket instead? I don’t want to feel like I’m an invalid.”
    Tina
offered a little grin. “I don’t mind but you’d be more comfortable in bed. Whatever you prefer.”
    “Couch
is fine.”
    He
hated being sick and knew it. Most people would curl up and indulge in rest but
no matter how much he hurt, Joshua couldn’t. Unarmed, hampered by the absence
of vital information, he still possessed an overwhelming desire to remain ready
for anything.
    Still
singing, Tina fetched pillows from the bedroom and plumped each one. She
arranged them and as he settled into place, unable to repress a few stray
groans, she brought a blanket and a quilt. Joshua lay facing the back of the couch,
his wounded side not touching the furniture, and found a comfortable position
in seconds. Moments later, she covered him with the quilt. “If you need
anything, holler. I won’t be far.”
    Once
prone, a pervasive fatigue took hold so he nodded. “Sure. Thanks, Tina.”
    Sleep
crept over him, heavy and insistent. Before he succumbed, she cupped the back
of his head with one hand. As she’d done before, she leaned down and kissed his
forehead, her lips light and gentle against his skin. He loved the way her warm
breath blew against his skin, and he inhaled her soft perfume. This time, Tina
also touched his cheek with the back of her hand, caressing it slightly, and he
enjoyed it.
    As
he drifted to sleep, he realized he wanted more. He enjoyed her touch and wondered
how a real kiss would taste and feel. Her lips were deep pink and he suspected
it might be her natural shade. She
doesn’t look like she’s wearing any make up. In his last conscious thought
before he dived deep into slumber, he wondered how her skin would feel against
his hand. He imagined it would be soft as satin.
    If
Joshua dreamed, he didn’t recall it but when he woke, the tune he’d whistled
earlier made sense and he sat up, despite the immediate agony radiating from
his sore body. “It’s my name,” he said. “Tina, it’s my name.”
    She
came out of the kitchen, dishcloth in hand, wearing a perplexed frown. “What?”
    “I
know the rest of my name,” he said, aware he babbled. He probably sounded
crazy. “I’m Joshua Jericho Jenkins. That’s why the song meant something to me.”
    A
smile lit her face. “That’s great. Are you sure?”
    “Positive.
I’m half Cherokee and I’m from Tahlequah, the Capitol of the Cherokee Nation.”
    “Then
you’re not far from home. That’s good. Are you a cop?”
    Some
of the brilliant joy faded. “I’m sure I am but I haven’t remembered
everything.”
    “You
will.” Tina snapped her fingers together. “Hey, I can look you up online and
maybe we’ll find something more to jog your memory.”
    Relief
evoked a sigh. The more he learned, the more he might remember. “Excellent!”
    Maybe
it wasn’t cold in the room but he felt the chill. She noticed that Joshua
rubbed his arms to get warmer. “If you’re cold, I’ll poke up the fire.”
    “Sure.
And if you happen to have a pair of socks, that’d be great.”
    She
did. Tina brought a pair and slid them onto his feet. Then she stirred up the
ashes until bright flames crackled and danced in the hearth. As the warmth
spread into the room, Joshua unleashed a grin. “Thanks.”
    “No
problem. Let me get my laptop.”
    Joshua
settled back onto the couch, sitting upright but with a quilt draped around his
shoulders. Tina tucked her feet beneath her as she curled into an oversized
recliner and balanced her computer on her lap. Her fingers danced across the
keys, swift and