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

a
hospital.”
    My fingers come away
with his blood. He blanches.
    “Oh.”
    “ Yes. Let’s
help you up. Let’s get you cleaned up first, and then I’ll get the
car keys.”
    “I don’t want to go
to the hospital.”
    “Why not? They owe
you a brain scan.”
    Don dabs at
his nostril . “I’ve already
outstayed my welcome here.”
    “That’s stupid.”
    “I mean it.”
    “ And I mean
what I said. Look at me.” I cup his face in my palms. “You
are not any trouble to me. Get that out of
your head, OK?”
    My heart is
beating rapidly. Even in his dazed and bruised state, he’s
alarmingly beautiful. Why have I never noticed those golden flecks
in his blue-green eyes before?
    “OK,” he acquiesces.
“I’ll go in the morning. But I’ll pay you back for every cent I owe
you.”
    “For goodness sakes,
Don . . . ”
    “No ‘buts’ about
it.”
    “OK.’
    Two can play at the
‘giving in’ game.
    I help him to
the bathroom. The blood has
dripped onto his new white T-shirt. It wears two distinct splotches
now, just above his left nipple, which protrudes suggestively out
of the thin material.
    God, I have it bad.
I’m noticing such things even in a medical emergency.
    “I think you better
lie down,” I say.
    I think I better lie down. Separately. In another room after
I’ve taken a cold shower.
    He strips off
his T-shirt. The planes of his
bare upper torso gleams oh-so-delectably in the soft bathroom
light. I suppress a spasm of desire.
    Get a hold of yourself, Jean. The poor guy may be terminally
ill and you are having the hots for him.
    Not fair.
    Peering into
the mirror, he dabs at his nose with a tissue I gave him. Bloody
streaks come away. It pains me
to see them.
    “ Are you OK
now?” I ask in concern.
“Feeling dizzy or anything?”
    I touch the back of
his head, feeling for a bump where he has fallen. There is
thankfully none.
    “ I’m alright
now,” he says, pressing the tissue onto his nose.
    I’m still
uneasy about the whole thing. There is something wrong with Don –
this whole affair of his generalized amnesia, his incredibly enhanced speed – and I
can’t piece together the jigsaw puzzle.
    I
sh epherd him to the guest
bedroom where I make him lie down on the bed’s coverlet. I take the
pillow away from his head and put it under his knees, the way I’ve
seen my mother do in the past for my Dad, who had emphysema
fainting spells.
    “Just breathe in and
out deeply,” I tell Don. “It will make you feel better.”
    His brilliant
eyes regard mine.
    “ I saw
something, Jean. I don’t know
if it’s a memory or something else, but I saw a red plain. Parched.
With a crimson sky above it. There’s a lake mirroring that sky
which spans several miles across. I immediately knew where it
was.”
    My tongue goes dry.
“Where?”
    “ Neverlake,
Kansas.”
    A parched red
plain and a crimson sky? It sure doesn’t sound like Kansas. Don’s
memories – if they are even memories – are suspect. I ponder what
he said anyway.
    He sits up
urgently. “Jean, I know it’s
real. That place must have meant something to me. This is the first
lead I have.”
    “ I’ll Google
it,” I say , pressing his chest
down. His skin is warm and his flesh very firm. Just touching him
sends a tinge of electricity through my fingers. “You just lie here
and don’t move.”
    “What’s Google?”
    “Just lie
there.”
    I go to my
bedroom to power up my laptop.
I link to the Google Search engine and type in ‘Neverlake,
Kansas’.
    Out comes a map.
    Excitedly, I
go back to Don and fling
myself onto the bed beside him.
    “It’s real.” I show
him the Google map.
    A smile lights up
his heavenly features.
    “ I knew it!”
he says. “I knew I’m not a lost cause.”
    “ There are no
pictures of it on Google. Maybe it’s too small.”
    “ Don’t you
see, Jean? I do belong
someplace.”
    “ I never
doubted it. You just have to give these things time. Tonight,
you’ll probably remember something