I'll Remember You (Hell Yeah!) by Sable Hunter Read Free Book Online Page B

not sure.” A part of him wanted to escape, to hunt something or someone familiar, but he didn’t know which way to turn. “I need my pants.” Yea, pants. He didn’t want to get out of bed in front of strangers with just his underwear to cover him. “And I’m hungry.” Was she a nurse? She wasn’t dressed like a nurse.
    “Hungry? That’s a good sign. What would you like to eat?” She looked a bit more relaxed. 
    Considering her question for a moment, he answered, “Scrambled eggs and toast.”
    “Of course. Good choice. It would be best to not eat anything too heavy just yet.” She stepped over to the wall and pressed a button, giving directions for his meal. “Let me get Dr. Carlos. He will be so pleased.” Stepping out, she was gone only a few moments before she returned with a man who wore all white. He was Hispanic also.
    “Nuestro paciente está despierto.” He’d just said ‘our patient is awake’. English was his first language, of that he was certain, but he could understand Spanish.
    “Patient?” This was no hospital. “Tell me what’s going on? Why am I here?”
    “Do you remember your name?” The doctor shined a light in his eyes. He jerked his head. “Does that hurt?”
    “It didn’t feel good.” Name? He thought, a feeling of panic sweeping over him. He needed answers and damn soon. “No. I don’t think I do.”
    The beautiful woman let out a sigh, came over and sat down beside him while the doctor did his examination. She took his hand in hers. He fought the urge to pull it out of her grasp.
    “I’m so sorry you don’t remember.” Squeezing his fingers, she looked him in the eyes. “This is Los Banos, my family’s ranch. We were vacationing on my yacht when you had your diving accident. You struck your head on something, that’s all we know. After your operation, I brought you here.”
    He felt of his head. That explained the bandages. “How long ago was this?”
    “Over a month ago. You remained comatose for a long while. Recuperating from brain surgery takes some time.”
    A feeling of uneasiness swept over him. “Is that why I can’t remember anything?”
    She stared at him for a moment before replying. A shadow seemed to pass over her face. “The surgery may be part of it, but you had no memory when you were pulled from the ocean.”
    “Why did I have to have an operation?”
    The doctor answered the question this time. “You had a skull fracture and a cerebral hemorrhage. We must watch you carefully, you are not out of the woods yet.”
    “Great.” The pain he was feeling was normal, he supposed. But he had to get his bearings; he had to make sense of what was going on. Right now, he felt as if was adrift, floundering in a sea of uncertainty. “Who are you?” He looked at the pretty woman who was still holding on to his hand.
    She smiled a tight, patient smile. “I am Martina Delgado.”
    He hated the next question. “And who am I?”
    The doctor stood up straight. The woman met the doctor’s eyes, then looked back down to him. “You are Austin Wade. My fiancé.”
    “Fiancé?” He repeated the word as if it were a foreign concept. “None of this makes sense to me. None of it seems right.” He felt nothing for this woman. There was no drawing, no attraction. Nothing.
    A tap on the door drew their attention. Another uniformed man came in with a tray. “Food, Señorita.”
    She stood up and made room for him to sit further up in the bed. “I have to go to the bathroom before I can eat, Martina.” Vague memories of a damn catheter came to mind. He hated being an invalid. Waving the hands away which tried to help him, Austin stood, pulling on the soft lounge pants she handed him. Austin...the name didn’t sound like him. Like trying to jam his foot into too small of a boot, it just didn’t fit. But for now, it was the only name he had. 
    Seeing a door on the other side of the room, he began walking toward it, hoping it held a commode. The doctor