The Princess Has Amnesia!. Patricia Thayer
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Название: The Princess Has Amnesia!
Автор: Patricia Thayer
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современная зарубежная литература
isbn: 9781472088550
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A loud knock broke through her reverie. Then the door swung open and Jake appeared. He had changed into a fresh pair of jeans and a blue and green flannel shirt. Heâd washed up, too. His long hair was damp and his face free of any beard stubble.
He frowned. âYou all right?â
She nodded and quickly blinked away her threatening tears.
âDonât give me that.â Looking concerned, he walked to the bed and sat down next to her. âAre you in pain? Is it your head?â
âNo, Iâm feeling fine.â She tried to turn away, but he wouldnât let her.
âYouâre not fine if youâre crying.â
âIâm not crying.â She just felt like it. âI have a reason to be upsetâ¦I still canât remember anything.â Now the tears rushed out along with the words.
âYou need time. Itâll happen,â he promised. âItâs only been a few days.â
âItâs been four.â Ana suddenly felt weepy. She hated weepy women. Sheâd never resorted to tears before, but now she couldnât seem to stop them.
Jake scooted closer on the bed and she breathed in the familiar scent of soap and the man. When his hands gripped her by the shoulders, she looked up at him. His coal-black eyes locked with hers, and she could see compassion and concern. A strange stirring erupted in her stomach, and she was oddly disappointed when he released her.
âCome on, chère, donât go all mushy on me.â
She stiffened. âMushy? Iâve got news for you, Yank. Youâd be a little upset if you didnât even know your name.â
His eyes turned dark and dangerous. âAnd I got news for yaâll. Iâm not a Yank and never have been. I was born and raised in the south,â he said with a heavy southern drawl. âYaâll got that?â
She nodded, knowing better than to push him any farther.
âGood.â
âAnd you may stop calling me silly pet names.â
âFine. Then you tell me what to call you.â
She took hold of her charm. There wasnât much of a choice. âCall me Ana.â
He stared at her. âOkay, Ana it is. Now, letâs get some breakfast.â
âIs that all you think about, food?â
He cocked his eyebrow and she caught a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth. She felt that strange feeling again.
âBelieve me, I think about other things,â he said in a husky voice. âBut my stomach has been talking to me since before sunrise.â
He tugged at her arm. âCome on, itâs your turn to cook.â
She resisted. âAnd I explained to you before that I donât know how. Besides, you seem very capable of doing the job.â
âWell, capable or not, Iâm tired of doing it. Your turn.â He got her off the bed and into the other room. âIf you need to make a trip to the facilities, you better be quick. Iâm hungry.â
Ana grumbled the whole time she put on her rainwear. She purposely took her time, but that didnât seem to change Jakeâs mood. When she returned to the cabin, he was leaning against the counter, waiting for her.
âYou could have started without me. Iâm not very hungry.â
âToo bad, you need to eat and so do I. So donât think youâre getting out of cooking. Since you seem to be recovered, weâre going to share the chores.â
âMaybe I should rest one more day, because of my head.â She touched the bandage.
He paused, looking concerned. âYou said it didnât hurt. Look, if you arenât feeling well, then go back to bed.â
Here was her chance to get out of cooking, but something inside wouldnât let her lie. Besides, sheâd be bored if she had to spend the day in bed.
âNo, my health is fine,â she said.
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