Free Finding the Way (A sweet romance) by Emma Rider Page B

the sight. The light
from the doorway cast an angelic glow around his whole body. She
tried to swallow, hoping she didn't drool all over her bed. A frown
marred his handsome face as he gazed at the paper. Then his dark
eyes met hers. "I'm looking for my wife. She had moved rooms
recently. Do you know where—"
    Her face fell and she quickly glanced at the
shiny gold band around his ring finger. "Wrong room, sir. I don't
have a roommate."
    His shoulders dropped, but he managed a
smile. "Oh, I'm sorry ma'am."
    Poor man, she thought. Clarifying, she said,
"My room number is 4426."
    "Oh. I apologize for that. Well you have a
good day then." He ambled to the doorway when she called out
without thinking. "I know you're probably anxious to get to your
wife."
    He paused slightly, his body visibly
tensing.
    "But can you just…" she licked her dry lips,
"stay a few minutes?"
    He turned back, exhaling loudly. Drawn
browns lowered and his face smoothed. "I am," then he smiled at
her, "but I can stay a little while. What's your name?"
    She crushed the jealousy down and scolded
herself for even thinking about hitting on a married man. The poor
guy was worried sick about his wife. She stuck out her hand in
which he took, immediately engulfing her cold hand in heat. "I'm
Beth. What's yours?"
    "Cameron."
    "That's a nice name."
    "Thank you." He smiled sheepishly, shoving
his hands in his pockets. "So Beth, what are you in for?"
    She pointed to her head. "Can't you tell?
Head injury. Car accident. I was going driving from my flower
shop." Her eyes widened as she remembered that detail. She owned a
flower shop. Heart hammering, she sat straight up. Then clutched
her head.
    "Whoa there, take it easy." He eased her
back into the bed.
    "I need to call them. My shop, I need to
know if it's taken care of."
His features were soft with concern. "Don't worry Beth, we can call
them right now." He picked up the phone. "Do you know the
number?"
    She recited the number by heart and he
handed her the ringing phone.
    "Luscious Lilies, this is Diane speaking. We
do special bouquets if you forgot your anniversary, if it's your
woman's special time of the month or if you're just in the dog
house you bad boy, we can help you with that. How may I assist
you?"
Beth's breathing evened at Diane's banter, she even let out a small
chuckle. "Diane, honey, we really need to talk about that
introduction."
    "Beth! I'm just trying a few lines out."
    "Hmm, it was very creative but a bit too
nutty."
    "Hold up, how are you feeling? You get my
flowers?"
    She found herself shrugging then meeting the
eyes of Cameron who was intently watching her every movement. She
averted her eyes immediately, reminding herself not to flirt. "Yes,
thank you, they're lovely. I'm good. How's the shop holding
up?"
    Beth talked to her employee about the shop,
reminding her of procedures and responsibilities. She ended the
call with a big thank you for keeping her shop open and a promise
to repay Diane with a bonus check after Beth broke out of this
joint. At the end of the phone call, a weight lifted from her chest
knowing that her shop was being taken care of.
    "All better?" Cameron asked, taking the
phone she held out and placing it back into its cradle.
    Beth gave a single nod, pursing her lips
together.
    "Is that where those flowers came from?" He
pointed.
    She peered at the bouquets. "Maybe.
Probably." Remnants from what happened appeared again and she
struggled to make sense of them. "I left my flower shop. I was
going to pick up someone, I don't know who." She clutched her
head.
    "You're having a little memory trouble?"
    She gave a small laugh. "A bit. It'll come
back." Her face scrunched in pain again as she searched for the
lost memory.
    "Beth," he startled her when his large hand
squeezed her small one, "don't push yourself. Small details don't
matter." He gently led her hand down to her side, giving her a few
friendly pats then loosely clasped it. "What's important is that
you are here