have when they saw the view. It was stunning. To her, it was home.
Out of the corner of her eye she caught Emma staring.
“What?”
“What do you mean, what ?” Emma hissed. “Did he remember his name is Ben?”
Tess sat down on a barstool next to her friend, who was now ignoring her bridal books and leaning into Tess like a middle-school girl wanting all the good secrets from her best friend at lunchtime.
“No, he didn’t. He asked me to give him a name and I thought it best to just give him his real name.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes, I’m serious. I didn’t want to go around calling him something else or keep slipping up and calling him Ben.”
Emma sat back in her chair. “Hmm, I never thought of that.” Sitting forward again she said, “But what if you saying his real name had caused him to remember?”
Tess sighed and rested her chin in her hand. “I thought of that, but it was a risk I was willing to take. I mean, say he had remembered right then and there. Then maybe I would have gotten some answers out of him and he would have just moved on.”
“You honestly think that’s what would have happened, Tess? I mean, come on. I know you’ve started a new life here, but if Ben truly came back, would you really turn him away just like that?”
Tess looked out the back door, twirling a lock of golden hair around her finger. Mike was pointing toward the water and talking while Ben listened with rapt attention. He seemed interested, at least. If not, he was a phenomenal actor.
She never allowed herself to think about him coming back into her life. He left, and it was too painful for her to even think about him being in her life again. Besides, he wasn’t back by choice. But, seeing Ben now, with no memory of hurting her, tore at her heart in a way that terrified her.
“Hey. You still here?” Emma gently touched her arm.
“Yeah. Sorry. Just thinking.” She shook her head. “This is all so surreal, Em. I don’t know what I would do. He’s not the same Ben anymore, and he’s not even here for me.”
“Why is he here?” Emma looked at the guys and then at Tess again.
“What do you mean?
“Well, he’s supposed to be gallivanting around Europe. What’s he doing in this area of California?”
Tess sat back in her chair, her brow furrowed. “I don’t know. Everything at the hospital seemed to happen so fast, I didn’t even think about it.”
“Maybe he was coming back for you, but got in the accident before finding you.”
Tess shrugged. “I guess that’s possible. But only a few close friends and family know where I am, and they’re so angry with him, I can’t imagine any of them being willing to help him find me.”’
“He’s a cop, Tess. I’m pretty sure he could find you if he wanted to.”
The guys came back inside and Mike said, “Hey, Ben thinks that seeing the scene of the accident might help him remember something.”
“Okay,” Tess said, her head still resting on her hand. “I can take you if you want.” She fought back a yawn and lost. Just thinking about Ben remembering something made her dizzy. All she wanted was her bed. Maybe this was all a dream and she’d wake up to her normal life again.
“You’ve got to be exhausted, T,” Mike said. “Why don’t you sleep some and I’ll take Ben.”
“Yeah. That’s a good idea,” Ben agreed. “You worked all night and stayed longer to help me. Please, get some sleep.” He turned to Mike. “And I don’t want to intrude on your Saturday with Emma. I’ll figure out a way to get to the scene.”
Mike waved his hand. “Nonsense.”
“It’s totally fine,” Emma said, rubbing her hand along Mike’s arm. “You two go while Tess gets some sleep and I deal with all of…this.” She waved her hand over the magazines in front of her. “Maybe when you get back we can all go to dinner or something? I have to go downtown for a dress fitting. If you boys don’t mind waiting for us girls while I do
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