In the Dead of the Night by Terry Spear Read Free Book Online

near her in the water with her wearing something that skimpy, he’d lose it. “I’ll get some swim trunks on.”
    When Allan shut the bedroom door, Jenny watched Dale pull towels out of a linen closet in the bathroom. She was determined to get to know her husband, but she also wanted to know about his best friend. She studied Dale and his red hair and the freckles that bridged his nose, trying to recall anything about him that seemed familiar. His green eyes caught her watching him, and he smiled.
    Not a flicker of memory stirred in the recesses of her mind. Her heart sank with the notion she might never get them back.
    “Here’s some su n lotion, too.” He dug into a drawer.
    She leaned against the doorjamb. “Are you staying with the guys downstairs tonight?”
    “Most assuredly.”
    She mumbled under her breath, “Good. Three would be a crowd.” She couldn’t understand why Dale would be here when she and Allan were on their honeymoon, unless Allan had asked it of him because of her being injured like she was and wanted to ensure she would be all right.
    She spun around when Allan stepped behind her, a strange sensation filling her with unnamed dread. Maybe the mugger had increased her sensitivity to someone sneaking up behind her unaware, making her jump out of her skin.
    Allan had evidently caught her words, but not her reaction to his coming up behind her, and looked over at Dale, waiting for his response.
    Dale shrugged. “Your wife doesn’t want me to spend the night.”
    “No, Dale,” she said, “as you already mentioned, Allan and I have to spend some time getting reacquainted.” She very much wanted to get to know Allan all over again, and quickly, to extract the memories that now eluded her in the darkened cave of her mind.
    She considered Allan’s naked broad shoulders, powerful enough to carry her home, just in case she wasn’t able to make it on her own. Even dressing had made her dizzy and walking through the apartment had wearied her, but no way was she going to stay cooped up in the condo when she and her husband were on their honeymoon.
    Her gaze followed his well-built chest and the smattering of dark hair that drew the eye down like a pirate’s map, the path lightly marked to where the treasure was located. Where the “x” would have marked the spot was bulging with treasure beneath the dark blue swim trunks he wore.
    He suddenly grabbed her arm and pulled her toward the door. “Be back later.”
    Was he embarrassed he’d become so aroused over his close proximity to her in front of his friend?
    Though she had every intention of making love with him tonight whether her head hurt or not, the idea of having sex with a perfect stranger nagged at her. She had to keep telling herself that he was her husband, and they had undoubtedly made love numerous times before this. Plus anything that might help her remember her past, had to be explored.
    But what if her past hadn’t been all that great? What if she didn’t really want to remember it? She vaguely recognized her clothes, except for that awful, oversized, green nightshirt she’d worn in bed. But that was about all.
    The air conditioner switched on with a click, and the hum made her turn toward the sound. She touched her head. What was the sound she’d heard that followed the clicking of the air conditioner? Her heart beat rapidly as her skin prickled. Something followed the sound and…and…
    Suddenly, Allan dropped the beach towels and grasped her arms. “Jenny?” He pulled her toward the couch with a hurried step.
    All the blood seemed to rush out of her face at once , making her lightheaded. Allan’s concerned voice seemed miles away.
    “What’s— ,” Dale said, but Allan motioned for his silence.
    Allan sat her on the couch and knelt in front of her. “Jenny, what do you remember?”
    Her throat grew parched. She tried to swallow and touched her forehead. God, the pounding would never go away.