His Unforgettable Fiancée by Teresa Carpenter Read Free Book Online Page A

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    “Uh, sorry.” He apologized. “I don’t usually grab women in my sleep.” His dark brows pushed together. “At least I don’t think I do.”
    She cleared her throat, reminded herself he was injured even though her body still reeled from the strength and warmth of his. “Don’t worry about it. Concussions—”
    He stopped her by blurting out the name of the president.
    She frowned. “What?”
    He stated the year, then took the phone she still gripped in her hand and flipped it open so the light shone between them. “Are my pupils even?”
    Flinching away from the light, she narrowed her eyes to scrutinize him. “Yes.”
    “Good.” He closed the phone and gave it back to her. “I’m all checked out.” He slipped from the bed and moved to the other one. “Good night.” He slid under the sheet and rolled so his back faced her.
    “Good night.” Ignoring a misguided pang of regret, she flopped down in the space he’d just left. The bedding smelled of him, held the heat of his body. For just an instant, she sank into a fantasy of what could never be. And moments later she followed him into slumber.
    Grace woke to the smell of coffee and bacon. Groaning, she rolled over, slowly opened her eyes and stared into a leaf-green gaze.
    “Good morning.” JD greeted her with a tip of his mug.
    She swung her feet around and sat up on the edge of the bed. The bed she thought he’d gone to sleep in the night before. Now he sat feet up leaning back against the headboard on the bed opposite her. Thankfully he’d covered the memorable gray knit boxers with his jeans. A white T-shirt and socks completed his apparel.
    Exactly how had things gotten switched around? She had a vague niggling of something happening in the night, but she’d been so exhausted she couldn’t pull it to mind. She could only pray it had nothing to do with the erotic dream he’d starred in.
    “Morning,” she mumbled.
    “Actually, I got that wrong.” His mouth rolled up at the corner. “It’s after one.”
    “After one?” She was appalled. “Why didn’t you wake me? Checkout was at noon. Now I’ll have to pay for another night.”
    “Sorry. I haven’t been up long myself. Just long enough to order breakfast.”
    Her stomach gave a loud growl at the mention of food. She covered it with her hand. “The coffee smells divine.”
    He gestured toward the desk. “I got one for you.”
    “Bless you.” She headed for the desk.
    “Bacon and eggs, too.”
    “Mmm,” she hummed her approval and detoured to her overnight case for her toiletries. She longed for a shower, yet the growl in her stomach demanded she feed it first. A shower could wait, but she needed clean teeth to start her day.
    “How’s the head?” she asked on her way to the bathroom.
    “Better than last night,” he answered with a total lack of inflection.
    She stopped and faced him, lifting an eyebrow. “But not by much?”
    “The doctor said it would take time.”
    “Right.” The woman had been sure to repeat it several times, making sure she included Grace so she would know the doctor held her accountable for his care. “So still no memory?”
    “Not from my past, no.”
    Meaning what? He was making new memories? Like kissing her? There’d been kissing in her dream. She narrowed her gaze on his face. His expression gave nothing away. Dang it. How did she get in his bed anyway? Exhaustion really knocked her out last night. The last thing she remembered was admiring his tight bum in soft gray.
    And then her alarm went off.
    And OMG. He’d kissed her. It hadn’t been a dream at all. He’d kissed her and then pushed her away.
    Without looking at him, she ducked into the bathroom and closed the door. Amnesia looked pretty good right about now. She wouldn’t mind losing a few minutes of memory. Actually just a few details.
    She inhaled a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. So he’d kissed her. No need to freak out. He’d come to his senses and