The Gorgeous Naked Man in my Storm Shelter (Erotic Suspense) Read Online Free PDF Page A

hemorrhage for all I know.
    I brace myself, wondering if he would ask me
what a hospital is.
    He frowns. “Hospital? No. I feel perfectly
fine.”
    He looks perfectly fine.
    “I think we should get you checked out
anyway,” I push on. “You never know about these head injuries. They
can be incredibly deceptive.”
    “Police first, and then the hospital,” he
insists.
    “OK. Whatever you say.”
    “It’s because I really, really want to know
who I am,” he adds.
    “I don’t blame you.”
    He seems to be appeased by this, though I
can see he is still anxious from the way he grips the car door
handle.
    We go to the police station. It is as
crowded as I expected. We have to wait a whole hour before someone
sees to us. Meanwhile, Don gets plenty of stares from women and men
alike, especially at his bursting crotch. I make a mental note to
drop by Diesel before heading to the hospital.
    The officer in question is a freckled young
man with a nametag that says ‘P. Graham’.
    “Nope,” he tells us. “The only ‘Missing
Persons’ on our records are teenagers and elderly people. Your
description doesn’t show up.” He looks up. “The good news is that
you’re not a wanted criminal either.”
    “That’s a relief, I’m sure,” I say
sarcastically.
    Don is unconvinced. “And no one has asked
for me or reported me missing?”
    “No one according to my computer which spans
. . . ” P. Graham types several keys “ . . . the entire state.
We’ll broadcast your photo on our web to the whole nation. I’m sure
someone looking for you will find you. Don’t worry, these things
ultimately match up.”
    Don’s shoulders slump with disappointment. I
reach out to pat his hand reassuringly.
    “We can always go on TV,” I say.
    “That’s an option,” P. Graham interjects.
“It’s a nice thing you’re doing for him, Mrs. Mansfield.”
    “It’s Ms.”
    “Sorry.”
    “No problem.”
    Don has his face photo taken, like a
criminal. When we exit the station, he says in a low voice, “I
don’t know. I feel like I don’t belong here at all. No one is ever
going to come for me.”
    A pang of sympathy shoots through me. “We
have to stay positive. It’s early days yet.”
    He shakes his head. “I have no memory
whatsoever of people and places. It’s a complete blank.”
    “It will come back.” I sound more optimistic
than I really am. Don is just too . . . strange for this world.
He’s right in that sense. But it’s not something I will think about
right now. “We’ll go to the hospital. But first, let’s get you some
decent clothes.”
    Decent is the magic word. We drop by at
Gap’s, which is relatively empty because folks are out at other
stores replenishing essentials. Clothes are not essential, I guess,
except where Don is concerned.
    As I suspected, the saleswoman can’t keep
her eyes and hands off him.
    “This suits you soooo well,” she gushes,
touching his shirt-clad shoulder as she gazes at his stunning
reflection in the changing room mirror.
    I agree wholeheartedly. I can’t take my eyes
off him as well. Wherever he came from, it would great if they
manufactured more like him.
    “We’ll take it. And those three pairs of
jeans as well.”
    Don’s eyes in the mirror regard me. “I don’t
know how to thank you for this. I will pay you back once . . .
well, you know.”
    “It’s OK, there’s no need,” I say, my eyes
misting a little.
    The saleswoman swivels her eyes back and
forth between us.
    She says, “Okayyyy, I guess I better leave
you guys alone now.”
    As you should have over an hour ago, I want
to say.
    As she dives out of the confined changing
room space, Don grins at me. I can’t help but grin back. A warm
feeling suffuses my body, spreading all the way up to my
cheeks.
    Our next stop is the hospital. A middle-aged
male doctor examines Don in the Emergency department behind some
screens.
    He motions me to come in while Don is still
dressing.
    “There’s nothing