Page 3 of Deserving Maisy
“Can I have some water?” he asked, spying a jug on a small table on the other side of the room.
“Oh! Of course. I’m sorry, I should’ve gotten you some the second you woke up,” Maisy fretted as she turned to head toward the table.
“It’s okay. So…my last name is Smith?” Jack asked.
Maisy shot him an uneasy look before turning her back on him to pour a glass of water. “Yeah,” she said.
“Jack and Maisy Smith, huh?”
This time, she simply nodded.
Something wasn’t right about this situation, but Jack couldn’t figure it out. Not when his head was pounding so hard. He brought a hand up and felt the back of his head where the pain seemed to be coming from, wincing as he encountered a large lump.
“Does it hurt?”
The question came from his wife as she hovered next to his bed once more, this time with a glass of water in her hand.
“Like a bitch,” Jack said as he reached for the water.
Their fingers brushed as he took the glass from her, and she gasped slightly.
Jack inhaled sharply as well when a jolt of what felt like electricity shot down his arm. Without thought, he reached out with his free hand as Maisy pulled away. His fingers grasped her wrist, and she froze.
Jack ran his thumb over the racing pulse in her wrist. Her skin was soft and felt a little chilly to him. But he couldn’t deny touching her felt right. Theonlything that had felt right since waking up in this room. Would he feel like this with a stranger? No way. At least he didn’t think so. He hadn’t been sure he’d believed the story Jason was feeding him, but as he watched pink blossom in Maisy’s cheeks at his touch, satisfaction filled him.
This woman was his wife. He might not remember anything about his life, but he knew without a doubt this woman washis.
Suddenly, he was as anxious as she apparently was about their vow renewal ceremony.
“I don’t remember getting married,” he said gentlyafter taking a sip of water and putting the glass on the table next to the bed.
“It was a spur-of-the-moment thing. We didn’t have a big ceremony.”
“I’m not surprised.”
She frowned. “Not surprised about what?”
“That I was too anxious to make you mine to wait for you to plan a big shindig.”
Her blush deepened.
“I’ll do it,” Jack told her.
“Do what?”
“Marry you again this weekend. I don’t remember our first ceremony, and this will be a new start for us, like your brother said.”
She stared at him for a long moment. “We don’t have to,” she whispered.
“I don’t remember you, or the life we had, but deep down I know you’re mine. My soul recognizes you. Not knowing who I am or anything about my life sucks. But for some reason, simply having you here makes the blackness in my brain not seem so scary. I know you, Maisy Smith, and it would be my honor to marry you…again.”
Tears filled her eyes and dripped down her cheeks. “Jack,” she whispered.
“Too much?” he asked as he gently tugged on her hand and brought it toward him. He kissed her knuckles.
“I just…this is all so overwhelming,” she said.
“Will you sit with me? I want you to tell me everything about yourself. What your likes and dislikes are, your dreams…hell, I don’t even know how old you are.”
