Remembering That Night. Stephanie Doyle

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      “You were sick then—you’re sick now. It’s not about right and wrong. Trust me, Liza. I know.”

      She looked at him and smiled, and then she squeezed his hand. “Thank you.”

      He thought she was stunning before, but now she nearly took his breath away.

      Warning! Danger! Getting sucked in...commencing now!

      Then his mind went to a completely different kind of sucking and he had to shake his head. Had he seriously been thinking about kissing her?

      “You called me by my name. It sounded good. It sounded familiar.”

      “Liza, what you’re experiencing is hysterical amnesia brought on by what had to be a traumatic event. Maybe not even so unusual considering your history. With some time and rest and being around familiar surroundings the most likely thing is that you will regain your memory.”

      Her smile faded. “Yes, but when I do, am I going to find out I was working for a criminal and I was somehow connected to his murder?”

      Since the answer was yes, Greg didn’t have much else to offer her. Or maybe he did. Maybe sitting there on the bed, holding her hand, was all she really needed. That’s when he realized what he’d done. He’d officially let himself be needed.

      The worst part about that was despite the tightness in his chest, it felt really good.