Page 11 of Deserving Maisy
She looked back at him. “I guess we should get up, change, go down for breakfast. We can see how you’re feeling after that.”
“I feel fine.”
“Jack, you hit your head. Hard. You lost your memory. I’m thinking we shouldn’t push things.”
“I’m okay. Have been through a lot worse than a knock on the head.”
They both froze.
“You have?” Maisy whispered.
No matter how hard he racked his brain, Jack couldn’t remember any other injuries he’d suffered. “I guess? I don’t remember.”
“It’s okay,” Maisy soothed, rubbing her hand up and down his biceps. “Don’t force yourself to remember. It can’t be good for your head.”
Jack rubbed his forehead and sighed. “Yeah. Anyway, a shower sounds amazing. As much as I love lying here in bed with you, we probably should get up. Do we shower together?”
She blinked up at him. “Um…no.”
“Shame,” he teased. Then something occurred to him. “I’m assuming my clothes are here?” He looked around the room. “This room looks decidedly…feminine.”
“Uh…yeah. You weren’t actually living here…um…you had an apartment in Spokane.”
“Spokane? That’s hours away!” Jack exclaimed.
“Yes. Jason told you yesterday that we were having issues. We’d been working through them, but you, um, had a lease that you couldn’t break. So until we renewed our vows, we thought it best to continue living apart. We were, um, dating.”
“Why were we having issues?” Jack demanded.
“Um…we just were,” she said, avoiding another question.
“Did I cheat on you? Was I abusive?”
“What? No!” Maisy said without hesitation.
Jack relaxed, relieved beyond measure that he hadn’t done either of those things to his wife. He didn’t feel like the kind of man who would break his marriage vows, but since he didn’t have any memories to back up those feelings, he didn’t know for sure. “Then why? Why would I live so far away from you?”
“Maybe I cheated onyou, and you got pissed,” Maisy said.
“You didn’t.”
“Jack, you don’t know that.”
“Are we really arguing about this?” he asked with a small smile.
Maisy sighed. “Fine. I didn’t cheat. It wasn’t any one thing. But…you were gone a lot. With your job.”
“My job?”
“You were a, ah…a bounty hunter. You were always hunting down bad guys. Gone all the time. I didn’t handle it well.”
Jack blinked in surprise. “A bounty hunter?”
“Yeah. You liked working for yourself. Don’t have a lot of friends. Spent a lot of time watching people…um…surveillance.”
Nothing she was telling him struck a chord in Jack. Why in the world would he spend so much time away from home, especially with a woman like Maisy waiting for him in their bed?
“So, I, um, moved back into our family home with Jason, and you went to Spokane. But…I hate to tell you this after everything else…but your apartment complex had a fire. It burned down. So all your stuff…it’s gone.”
