A Wyoming Christmas To Remember. Melissa Senate
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Название: A Wyoming Christmas To Remember
Автор: Melissa Senate
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Короткие любовные романы
Серия: The Wyoming Multiples
isbn: 9781474091763
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Parents and a sister! She couldn’t even remember her own family.
“I’ll go text them that you’re awake,” Sawyer said, leaping up and heading near the door, where he pulled out his phone.
As the doctor typed instructions into a computer monitor against the wall and the nurse checked her IV, Maddie stared at Sawyer. Surely if he were her husband, she would remember something. A familiarity. A flash of their wedding day. The two of them at home. Something, anything.
“Will my memory return?” Maddie asked the doctor.
Dr. Addison turned to her. “Amnesia is a tricky thing. There are a few different kinds, and yours is likely caused by trauma. We’ll have to wait and see. I did have a patient a few years ago who’d suffered temporary amnesia from a bad fall. His memory returned to full function within three weeks.”
“Three weeks?” she repeated. “I might not remember anything about myself for three weeks?”
Dr. Addison gave her a reassuring smile. “Could be sooner. But we’ll run some tests, and based on how well you’re doing now, I don’t see any reason why you can’t be discharged later today.”
Discharged where? Where did she live?
With your husband, she reminded herself.
She bolted upright again, her gaze moving to Sawyer, who pocketed his phone and came back over, sitting down and taking her hand in both of his. “Do I—do we—have children?” she asked him. She couldn’t forget her own children. She couldn’t.
“No,” he said, glancing away for a moment. “Your parents and Jenna will be here in fifteen minutes,” he said. “They’re ecstatic you’re awake. I let them know you might not remember them straightaway.”
“Jenna?” she asked.
“Your twin sister. You’re very close. To your parents too. Your family is incredible—very warm and loving.”
That was good.
She took a deep breath and looked at her hand in his. Her left hand. She wasn’t wearing a wedding ring. He wore one, though—a gold band. So where was hers?
“Why aren’t I wearing a wedding ring?” she asked.
His expression changed on a dime. He looked at her, then down at his feet. Dark brown cowboy boots.
Uh oh, she thought. He doesn’t want to tell me. What is that about?
Two orderlies came in just then, and Dr. Addison let Maddie know it was time for her CT scan, and that by the time she was done, her family would probably be here.
“I’ll be waiting right here,” Sawyer said, gently cupping his hand to her cheek.
As the orderlies wheeled her toward the door, she realized she missed Sawyer—looking at him, talking to him, her hand in his, his hand on her face. That had to be a good sign, right?
Even if she wasn’t wearing her ring.
Almost exactly the same time that the orderlies wheeled Maddie back into her hospital room, her family arrived. Sawyer had been hoping for some time alone with Maddie, but he’d get that later at home. Right now, her family needed to see her.
The MacLeods—pronounced MacLoud—all hovered around her bed. They lived up to their name and then some.
“Maddie!” April MacLeod shouted, throwing her arms around her daughter. “Oh goodness, I’m not squeezing any sore spots, am I? Let me look at you. Oh my, that’s some goose egg. But that’ll go down, lickety-split. We brought you chicken noodle soup from that fancy gourmet place you like in Brewer. You love chicken noodle.” She stared at Maddie, then waved her hand in the air. “Did I even tell you who I am? I’m your beloved mother, that’s who. You and your sister here are my world. And this guy—” she slung an arm around her tall, gray-haired husband’s shoulder “—married thirty-four years next Saturday.”
“Glad you’re awake, Maddie-girl,” Ace MacLeod said, giving his daughter a gentle hug. Tears shone in his blue eyes and he blinked them back. “You scared us half to death.”
Jenna MacLeod Spinner leaned down to hug her twin as best she could—her sixth-months-pregnant belly didn’t let her get as close as she clearly wanted. “So word is that you don’t remember anything. Trust me, we’re unforgettable. It’ll come back to you.”
Maddie gave a shy smile. “I hope so. You definitely seem like people I’d like to know.”
April laughed her huge, throaty, I-used-to-smoke laugh. “You adore us. Can’t get enough of us. But you take it easy until the doctor says otherwise. I know you’ll try to come back to work, and I won’t hear of it. Not until you’re cleared.”
Maddie tilted her head. “Work? What do I do?”
“You manage the family business—MacLeod’s Multiples Emporium.”
“A multiples emporium?” Maddie repeated. She couldn’t even guess what that was.
“Wedlock Creek, our hometown, is famous for its multiples,” April explained. “The Wedlock Creek Wedding Chapel has a legend attached to it—for a hundred years now. Those who marry there will have multiples in some way, whether through luck, a little help from science or through marriage.”
“Which one are Jenna and me?” Maddie asked with a grin.
“Pure luck,” her mom said. “Multiples run on both sides of the family. And since there are so many multiples in town, we started a business devoted to twins and triplets and quads and quints twenty-five years ago. Gift baskets, layettes, baby shower accoutrements, personalized gifts, anything anyone could want to celebrate all things multiples.” She glanced at Sawyer, then smiled down at Maddie. “Well, Maddie-girl, we’re going to let you get out of here. Sawyer will take you home, and we’ll call later to see how you are.”
Maddie gave a quick smile and nod, and it was strange how Sawyer couldn’t read her expressions anymore. He knew her so well. But now that she didn’t even know how she felt about anything or anyone, all her reactions were new to him.
An hour later, after eating a light lunch and having her vitals checked again, Dr. Addison ran through some instructions, handed over the discharge papers and Maddie was free to leave.
“Earlier I asked your mom to stop by the house and bring you clothes to change into,” Sawyer said. “And your favorite boots.” He handed her an overnight bag.
“Ah, thank you. I’ll just be a bit.” She headed into the bathroom with the bag.
Why aren’t I wearing my wedding ring?
He hadn’t answered that question, СКАЧАТЬ