Covert Christmas. Hope White

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      He wondered why she cared so much about him.

      A police officer marched up to his bedside. “Ma’am, I should be asking the questions.”

      “Of course, sorry.” She didn’t move, still clinging to Scott’s hand.

      “If you wouldn’t mind,” the officer said, and motioned for her to leave.

      “I don’t, go ahead and ask your questions.”

      The cop narrowed his eyes at her in frustration. “Breanna.”

      “Ryan,” she challenged back.

      The cop shook his head, figuring he’d lost this round, and refocused on Scott.

      “Sir, I’m Officer McBride with the Echo Mountain P.D. I’ve been assigned to keep you in protective custody tonight. Would you mind answering some questions to help us with the investigation?”

      “Very professional, A plus,” Bree teased.

      Officer McBride glared at her.

      “Sure,” Scott said, trying to shift up in bed.

      Bree released his hand and adjusted his pillow behind his back. When she sat back down, he automatically reached for her hand, he wasn’t sure why, and she gave it willingly. That got another narrowing of eyes from Officer McBride.

      “Let’s start with your name,” the cop asked, pulling out a small notebook.

      “Scott, Scott...” He hesitated. A voice in his head warned that sharing his last name would put him in more danger. “I don’t know, Scott something.”

      “Age?”

      “Thirty-one.”

      “Your occupation?”

      “I’m...” He wracked his brain, searching for work or even family-related memories. “I’m a cop,” he said, but it didn’t feel right. “I think.”

      “You’re not sure?”

      “No sir.”

      “Where do you live?”

      “A big city. Detroit? Chicago?”

      “What brought you to Echo Mountain?”

      “I needed to...”

      They would die. He needed to save them.

      “I don’t remember.” He closed his eyes.

      He felt Bree squeeze his hand in a supportive gesture, but he couldn’t look at her without feeling the shame of failure. Was she one of the people who would die because he couldn’t see this through to the end?

      “Scott?” the cop said.

      He opened his eyes.

      “What do you remember?”

      An image flashed across his mind of a teenager splayed on the ground clinging to a flashlight.

      “I don’t...” He shook his head. “I’m not sure.”

      “Anything could help.”

      “It’s all jumbled.”

      “Do you remember being chased in the mountains?”

      “I think so.”

      He remembered being chased but couldn’t be sure if it was a recent memory or a distant one.

      “Why do you think those men were chasing you?”

      “I don’t know.”

      “You didn’t have any identification on you. Did they take it?”

      “I guess.”

      “You sustained trauma to the torso area. Do you remember them assaulting you?”

      “I...” He caught glimpses, flashes of images.

      “Scott, why did they shoot you?”

      “Enough, Ryan,” Bree snapped. “You’re upsetting him.”

      “It’s my job to get answers, Breanna.”

      “Well, he’s obviously not up to giving you answers, so back off.”

      “I’m calling the chief.” He turned and walked out.

      “You do that,” she muttered.

      It was like they were ten-year-olds fighting over the last peanut butter cookie. A rush of memories filled his thoughts. Scott cracked a smile. They reminded him of he and Emily when they were kids, always competing with one another.

      “What’s so funny?” she challenged.

      “You guys remind me of me and my sister.”

      “Hey, you remembered something, that’s great.”

      “Yeah, memories from twenty years ago,” he said. “So what’s the deal with you and the cop?”

      “Ryan practically grew up at our house, so he’s more like a brother than a cousin. And one thing I do not need is another overly protective brother-type in my life.”

      “It’s not their fault.”

      She cocked her head in question.

      “There’s something about you that makes us want to take care of you.”

      “Well, you shouldn’t. I’ve taken karate and carry a wicked can of pepper spray in my bag, police grade.” She cocked her chin.

      Yet he sensed trepidation behind her confident words.

      “Can I ask you something?” he said.

      “Sure.”

      “Why are you here?”

      “Do you want me to leave?”

      “No, of course not. I’m just trying to figure out how I got so lucky.”

      “You were shot, sustained a concussion and bruised ribs. What’s so lucky about that?”

      “The fact that a beautiful woman is sitting beside my bed.”

      She blushed and glanced at their hands. “You’re embarrassing me.”

      “Sorry, it was meant to be a compliment.” Scott didn’t remember a lot, but he knew that most women appreciated compliments.

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