Free Remember Love: Saints Protection & Investigations by Maryann Jordan Page B

more than that,” Bethany said, laughing. “You’d better get down about fifteen.”
    Eyes wide, she did not have time to say anything before the front door opened and a group of women came in, all chattering away. Their eyes landed on the newcomer and she immediately felt self-conscious. That emotion only lasted a minute as the women instantly welcomed her.
    Just like with the men, she knew it would take a while to remember names, but smiled through the introductions anyway. I won’t be around long enough for it to matter.
    A beautiful, curvy blonde with pink, purple, and teal stripes in her hair set down a couple of large white boxes tied with the same colored ribbons. ACH in scrolled letters adorned the boxes. Lifting a questioning gaze to her, the woman grinned. “I’m Angel of Angel’s Cupcake Heaven. Monty’s my fiancé and its been requested that I bring enough to keep all the Saints happy. One mountain man in particular.”
    Angel winked and opened the box, allowing Miss to peer inside at the delectable confections. The frosting colors matched the colors in Angel’s hair.
    “Have you been to my bakery?” Angel asked. Before Miss had a chance to respond, Sabrina sent a glower Angel’s way.
    “Um, I don’t think so,” Miss replied tentatively.
    Shrugging, Angel looked apologetically toward Sabrina, mouthing I thought she might recognize them.
    Catching the exchange, Miss shrugged, saying, “I’m sorry, but so far nothing I’ve seen has triggered my memory.”
    Though slightly surprised that the women knew about her, she did not let on. She just assumed the men had called the women in to keep her company and shared her story.
    A petite, dark-haired, heavily pregnant woman approached. “I’m Miriam, Cam’s wife. I’m also a nurse. Would you allow me to take a look at your injury?”
    Her hand flying to her forehead, she grimaced. It must look horrible. “Sure,” she agreed, suddenly very self-conscious.
    Miriam took her hand and led her to a bathroom down the hall. She sat on the toilet seat, while Miriam began to examine the jagged scar. “Can you tell me about this?”
    “I ran off the road…um…in my car…so, um…had an accident about three weeks ago.”
    “No medical treatment?”
    Sucking in her lips, she replied, “No. I was…confused…scared.”
    Miriam smiled gently, soothing, “Of course you were. I think you’re very brave to face what you have faced alone.”
    “But you’re not alone anymore,” came the declaration from the hall.
    Glancing out, she saw the women all nearby. Bethany stepped forward with some bandages and blushed while saying, “Sorry, but you’ll find in this group, there are few secrets.”
    “It’s okay,” she replied, wishing she would be spending more time with the women. But Gypsy will soon be better and I’ll be back on my way. To where, I have no idea.
    Before she had a chance to respond further, Blaise appeared at the door. “Come on, sweetheart. We need to talk.”
    The women immediately backed away and a glance passed between him and Miriam. Offering a smile, Miriam said, “I’ll finish this later.”
    Blaise closed the bathroom door, wishing for a different location to talk, but wanting to speak to her immediately. He lifted her up onto the counter to raise her closer to his eye level, wanting to keep a check on how she reacted.
    “Do…do you know?” she whispered, fear gripping her heart.
    Nodding, he said, “Yes. But the answer will only produce more questions. I promise we will find all the answers. But to start with…your name is Grace. Grace Marie Kennedy.”
    *
    Heart pounding, a roar in her ears, she sat perfectly still, her eyes fixed on Blaise’s. She did not realize she had not taken a breath until he whispered, “Babe, breathe.”
    The air left her lungs in a rush and she raggedly pulled more back in. “Grace? My name is Grace? How can you be sure?”
    “I’ll show you our proof when you’re ready, but I wanted a