Free Forgotten Husband by Helen Bianchin Page B

can remember walking to the lift, stepping into it,’ she said hopelessly. ‘But that’s all.’
     
    His hands lifted to cradle her face, then his mouth closed over hers in a light tasting that elicited little response. It was as if her mind were still caught up with the desire to recapture the past, and she didn't offer a word as they made their way back to the house.
     
    Elise found it difficult to shake off an inclination towards introspection for the rest of the day, and even during dinner she was unusually quiet.
     
    'Anxiety won't help hasten the return of your memory,' Alejandro advised as she pushed her plate aside.
     
    She glimpsed the inherent strength apparent, and her eyes took on a shadowy quality. 'I can't help the feeling of defencelessness that has always lurked in the background,' she revealed slowly, holding his gaze.
     
    'You have no reason to be uncertain. About anything,' he added with deliberate emphasis.
     
    She wasn't quite so sure, but at the moment she had little option but to accept his word.
     
    He rose to his feet and began collecting cutlery and stacking plates. 'Sort through the video cassettes while I take care of the dishes.'
     
    Elise wandered into the informal lounge, and after some deliberation she selected an action movie that threatened to swamp the viewer with lots of thrills and spills.
     
    Alejandro walked into the room just as the previews concluded, and as she made for one of the single chairs he tugged her down on to the two-seater beside him.
     
    With maximum ease he adjusted their positions so that she rested between his thighs and leaned back against his chest. His hands moved to link together over her lower abdomen.
     
    The desire to stay there overcame any willingness to protest, and she forced herself to concentrate on the superbly fit male actor on screen as he launched into a daring choreographic karate routine with his opponent.
     
    Elise must have fallen into a doze at some stage, for when she woke she was in bed and it was morning.
     
    After a leisurely breakfast Alejandro tossed their bags into the boot, locked up the house, and drove back to the city.
     
    'You look so much better,' Ana beamed with approval as she greeted them on arrival, and her pleasant features creased into a genuine smile. 'It is good to see the colour in your face again.'
     
    Elise's mouth curved with a certain wry humour. 'Alejandro has been feeding me up and taking me for walks along the beach.'
     
    'I will serve lunch early. Your appointment is at two, si?'
    It was all going to start: the daily physiotherapy sessions, the visits to specialists, and soon there would be no reason for her not to rejoin Alejandro on the social scene.
     
    Elise was unable to still a feeling of instinctive apprehension, and although she did justice to a bowl of Ana's chicken soup, she toyed with the salad, picked at the bread, and opted to conclude the meal with Perhaps Jose would drive her to the physiotherapist's rooms, leaving Alejandro to retire into the study for the test of the afternoon.
     
    However, it was her inimitable husband who slid in behind the wheel.
     
    ‘There's no need for you to come in with me,' she essayed when the Bentley eased into a parking bay adjacent to the main entrance.
     
    'I'll confine myself to the waiting-room,' Alejandro conceded with amused tolerance, and she wrinkled her nose at him in silent admonition as he followed her in to reception.
     
    The physiotherapist explained precisely what exercises he wanted her to do, and why—muscles lost their elasticity if they were not used, resulting in stiffness, gradual loss of mobility, and pain.
     
    Elise completed the simple exercises with supervised care, and at the end of the session Alejandro drove her home.
     
    Traffic was congested, some drivers more impatient than others as the lines of cars slowed to a snail's pace. Tempers rose, horns blared and engines roared in protest. Then slowly they began to move