Running on Empty. Michelle Celmer

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      Swallowing hard, she closed the book. “Sorry, nothing.”

      “Think you’re ready to go back to the scene?”

      Her stomach contracted with a sudden stab of fear. “I—I think so.”

      “If you’re scared, or you’re just not ready, we don’t have to go today.”

      Did he have to be so understanding, so…sweet? If he forced her, if he made her go, she wouldn’t have a choice. She would have to face her fear.

      She took a deep, fortifying breath. Forced or not, she needed to do this. The answers were locked away somewhere in her traumatized brain. Maybe that store would be the key.

      “I want to go,” she said, infusing her voice with confidence. “Does this little excursion possibly include lunch? If I have to face my demons, I probably shouldn’t do it on an empty stomach.”

      He gestured to the box beside her. “What, you don’t like doughnuts?”

      “I’m sure it’s a staple item for you, but I need something a little more substantial. Preferably something that mooed in a former life.”

      He flashed her an easy grin. He didn’t smile often, but when he did…wow. “I guess it’s safe to assume you’re not a vegetarian.”

      “I’m thinking that I’m probably not.”

      “Any place in particular you’d like to go?”

      Good question. Did she have a favorite restaurant? Did she prefer fast food? Fine dining? Ethnic or American?

      She gave it some thought, her mind colliding with that infuriating brick wall. She shrugged, hating the words even before they left her mouth. “I guess I’ll have to trust your judgment.”

      Mitch watched with fascination as Ms. Doe popped the last bite of the double cheeseburger in her mouth. For someone so petite, she sure could put away the food.

      She gestured to his French fries. “You planning to finish those?”

      He slid his plate across the table.

      She squeezed out a glob of ketchup and dipped one in. “So what if I get to the store and don’t remember anything? What’s our next move?” She noticed his wary look and corrected herself. “I mean your next move. Can’t you run my picture on the news or in the paper? Maybe someone will recognize me.”

      “Not a good idea. Not until we figure who’s behind this. They could use the amnesia to get to you.”

      “Oh. I didn’t think of that.”

      “It hasn’t even been twenty-four hours. Any official missing-person report wouldn’t be filed for at least forty-eight. Don’t give up hope. We could have you back with your family soon.”

      She frowned, shaking her head lightly.

      “What’s wrong?”

      “It’s this whole family thing. It just doesn’t feel right. I keep thinking I would know if I had children.”

      “I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.”

      “Stretch marks,” she said, pointing a ketchup-soaked fry in his direction. “If I had children, wouldn’t I have stretch marks? Because I checked every inch of my body when I was getting dressed and I couldn’t find any. My skin is practically flawless.”

      Every inch, huh? And all of it flawless. He’d been doing his best not to think about her in those terms, or imagine seeing all of that flawless skin firsthand—the parts he hadn’t already seen, that is. And here she had to go and bring it up, putting all sorts of improper thoughts into his head.

      “I know that probably sounds arrogant,” she added, “but it is very nice skin.”

      He nodded. “Hmm.”

      “I have a nice butt, too,” she said, popping the fry in her mouth. “Not spectacular, mind you, but I don’t feel so bad about you seeing it back in the hospital.”

      He nearly choked on his coffee. “I didn’t—”

      “Of course you did. My gown was hanging open, and you were standing behind me. How could you not look? If our roles had been reversed and it was your butt hanging out I would have looked.”

      He leaned back in the booth. “Is that so?”

      “Back at the station, when they were fingerprinting me, you bent over to pick up something and I looked at your butt then.”

      He stifled a grin. The woman was shameless. It was one of the things he liked most about her. And the thing that was probably going to get him into trouble. “Did you?”

      “It’s human nature to look.” She waved a hand in the air. “Hormones or pheromones or something.” She paused, her brow furrowing. “What was my point?”

      “Stretch marks?”

      “Exactly. So if I had ever been pregnant, I would have at least a few stretch marks. Therefore we can safely deduce that I don’t have children.”

      “What about adoption?”

      She popped the last fry in her mouth looking thoughtful. “Darn, I never thought of that. You know, you’re pretty good at this detective stuff.”

      “That’s what they tell me.” He took a long swallow of coffee then signaled the waitress for the check. His pager began to tremble and he pulled it from his pocket, cursing when he read the display. “We’d better get going.”

      “Pressing business?”

      He tossed change on the table for a tip. “You could say that.”

      He paid the bill and she followed him out to the unmarked, run-of-the-mill blue sedan they’d driven over from the station. As badly as she wanted this to be over, as much as she wanted her life back, the possibilities frightened her. Suppose she was married to a wife-beater, or someone even worse. Something too horrible to put into words.

      “You okay?” Detective Thompson was holding the door, waiting for her to get in.

      She plastered a smile on her face. “Fine.”

      She could tell he didn’t believe her. He touched her shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. Though she was sure the gesture was meant only to comfort, the weight of his hand made the skin beneath tingle.

      “We won’t do more than what you’re ready for,” he said.

      Could the guy be any nicer? He waited until she was in, then closed the door.

      “I don’t suppose I could talk you into loaning me the money for some new clothes,” she said when he climbed in the driver’s side. “I’m good for it…I think.”

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