The Second Chance. Catherine Mann

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      He released her arm. “Okay, we’ll talk. There’s no agenda here other than looking out for your health. Any question you have, I will answer honestly.”

      Alarms went off in her mind. When people said words like honestly and truthfully, that usually meant they had something to lie about. “I want to know why everyone is acting so strange around me.”

      “The aneurysm has affected your memory,” he said slowly, carefully.

      Her memory? The weight of that word hit her hard. “How so?”

      “You’ve forgotten the past five years.”

      His words slammed into her, adding a push to that merry-go-round feel in her head. “Five years? Gone. And we know each other?”

      Even as her world spiraled, the confusion faded as the logical answer came together—his lack of a medical coat, his familiarity...and the wedding band.

      Face somber, Chuck rested his hands on her shoulders, holding her gaze with his. “We more than know each other. I’m your husband.”

      * * *

      The horrified expression on Shana’s face was damn near insulting. Her gaze shot to his wedding band, then back up to his eyes.

      Color drained from her already pale face. She sagged back down into the hospital bed, her blond hair splashing across the pillow. He wanted to protect her, to find some way to wrestle their problems into submission. Not that he’d ever had much luck with that. He needed to put aside his own feelings and focus on her. Focus on keeping her calm—and making the most of this time to heal the rift between them.

      Shana thumbed her own bare ring finger. “Married? To each other?”

      “For almost four years. Your jewelry was taken off when you were admitted to the hospital.” He tapped her ring finger lightly, the softness of her skin so familiar—and seductive. Even in the middle of the worst crisis of his life.

      She had a beauty and fire that rocked even a hospital gown.

      “You’re my husband? I... Why... What happened? This is, um, overwhelming.”

      “I realize it’s a lot to absorb.” He pulled a chair closer and sat, taking both of her hands in his. “The doctor said the memory loss could be temporary.”

      “Or it could be permanent.” She didn’t pull away, but she did look at their clasped hands with confusion. “How long have we known each other?”

      Those soft blue eyes turned hawkish, reading him like an X-ray machine. He nodded, clearing his throat. Determined to deliver objective facts. To not make this worse.

      “We met nearly five years ago.” He watched her closely to gauge her reaction. He felt like he knew her so well, but also not at all.

      How much of the essence of Shana would still exist with the memory loss?

      Questions flooded his mind with too many potential futures to absorb at once.

      “So my amnesia starts from right before I met you?” she said slowly, suspicion filling her eyes.

      She was too astute. It seemed her private investigator skills were as honed as ever.

      “It appears so,” he said, treading carefully through this discussion that was full of land mines. “I don’t expect you to take my word for anything. Talk to my family, talk to your mother, whatever you need to do to feel reassured.”

      “You have family nearby?”

      “I do. A large family. My mother and some of my siblings live in Anchorage, except for my brother, who’s closer to Juneau.” He shared the details carefully, watching for signs of recollection. Her amnesia could disappear at any moment and she would go back to tossing him out on his ass. “My mother recently remarried and her new husband has an even larger family, mostly local, too.”

      “A big family is a blessing.” Her blue eyes shone with a pain he recognized.

      Learning of her father’s hidden second family had wounded Shana deeply as a teen. She had three half siblings she’d never met. Her father’s betrayal had cut so deeply that Shana still had trouble trusting. Chuck knew he needed to keep that in mind now more than ever. If he made a misstep, this could go so very wrong.

      But he couldn’t let her go, especially not now.

      He would do what was necessary to protect Shana, and their unborn baby.

      There’d been a time when they talked of having at least four children. Life had a different plan for them.

      “Considering my family and Mom’s new husband’s family have been business enemies for decades, we weren’t sure about the blessing part at first. Family reunions are dicey, but it’s starting to shake out.”

      “So you and I are happily married?”

      Now, there was a loaded question. “We had our problems like any other couple,” he hedged.

      The last thing he wanted to lead with was their hellish fight right before her aneurysm, a fight that had her hauling his clothes from the closet as she told him to move out. But the doctor had said to answer honestly. He could offer up part of their issues without tipping his hand. “We had been going through fertility treatments to start a family, and that put a strain on us.”

      “But we were committed enough that we wanted a child together.”

      “Want a child. Present tense.” He very much intended to be a full-time father to their child. If this pregnancy went well, Chuck would do everything in his power to be there for his kid.

      “You have to realize I’m overwhelmed by all of this.” She threaded her fingers through her long, honeyed hair, over her ear, her eyes widening. “Amnesia? It’s something we all know about, but I never imagined it could actually happen to me.”

      “Of course. It’s a lot. Take your time. I’m here for you, whatever you need, and I’m not going anywhere.”

      “Thank you—” She frowned, pressing her temples.

      “People call me Chuck,” he reminded her. “Or Charles.”

      “What did I call you?”

      The last time they’d been together, she’d called him a list of names better left unsaid right now. “You called me Chuck.”

      “Thank you, Chuck.”

      The way her voice wrapped around his name sounded as familiar as ever.

      A tap sounded on the door. “Hello?”

      A recognizable voice called out an instant before the door opened to the youngest of his siblings—Alayna.

      The shiest of them all, she entered hesitantly. There’d been a time as a child when she was as talkative СКАЧАТЬ