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but it did little to calm her.
    “I thought our penthouse was in the city. This isn’t the way, or are we going someplace else?” She inched around in the seat, her hand settling on the door handle as she fought the urge to exit. This didn’t feel right to her at all. The doctor had warned her to take it easy. So far the ride home had been anything but relaxing. The frustration of silently trying to remember the details of her life had given her an atrocious headache.
    “Penthouse?” Sam’s voice cracked. He glanced at her then back to the road, clearing his throat. “We don’t live in a penthouse, silly. You must be thinking of Jennie’s place. We live in the country, in the house I built for us.” She furrowed her brows in his direction, trying to conjure the memory, and then continued to study the scenery behind them as if looking for a high rise to appear within the mountainous evergreens. “Don’t worry. You’ll know it when you see it,” he encouraged, and she refused to say she didn’t believe him.
    Heaving a sigh, she faced the front. “I guess.” Resting her head against the back of the seat, she closed her eyes. “I had this sudden flash of a chocolate-brown leather sofa and the city skyline. The picture was so vivid in my mind. I could have sworn it was our place.”
    “Remember what the doctor said? There may be some confusion for a while, but that’s normal.”
    He placed a reassuring hand on her knee while her fingers twisted the hem of her leather jacket. As much as she wanted to put her hand on his, she couldn’t. Her heart egged her to reach for him, while her mind erred on caution. Now, alone with him in the truck, she had the strangest feeling she didn’t belong there. She knew she shouldn’t be so uneasy, but as hard as she tried, she couldn’t get rid of the feeling of--
    Damn her memory for not cooperating!
    Dr. Wescott had told her it would take time. She shouldn’t try to rush things. She easily remembered almost laughing when the nurse ushered ‘her husband’ into her hospital room, but stifled her protest when she’d seen Sam’s worried expression. The nurses told her how he hadn’t left her side until he was certain she was out of danger, and he’d catered to her every need during her hospital stay. Though she was comforted to see Sam when she regained consciousness, she couldn’t get an image of darker hair and a mustache out of her mind.
    She stole a glance at Sam’s profile. Her body quivered with excitement at his strong jaw, shaggy brown hair and dark blue eyes intent on the road ahead. This handsome man was hers. He was taking her home.
    C’mon, Kate, this is Sam you’re talking about. Always and forever, you can say anything and he ‘gets you.’
    She tried to think of some everyday, mundane thing to say. How could she remember him and not their wedding or their house? “Nice truck, by the way,” she squeaked out, then widened her eyes in disbelief when she realized how stupid it sounded.
    “Thanks.” He gave her a sideward glance.
    “Is it new?”
    “Used, but new to me, picked her up about three months ago.” He slapped the vinyl dash in approval.
    “Oh. I didn’t remember that.” She chewed her lower lip.
    “That’s okay. You always did say red was my color.” His commercial-worthy smile made her relax into the seat and giggle. Sam always had a way of making her laugh.
    It wasn’t long before they turned down a stone road, or so she thought. The dirt and gravel turned out to be the driveway leading to a large log cabin-style house.
    Their house?
    Her jaw grew slack as she fixed her eyes on the most beautiful home she’d ever seen. Rustic, yet elegant in its design, the two-story house complete with wrap-around porch, looked like something from a postcard as it sat nestled among the tall pines. Even as inviting smoke poured from the flagstone chimney, an unexpected knot formed in her stomach.
    Her life was in that house. Why didn’t any of