raised her hand and stared at her
ring. “And we’re still engaged?” Then suddenly a thought occurred to her. Were
they still engaged? Was she in love with Baron or was it just an affair?
Jasmine looked at him, and something inside her tightened. Whatever was going
on between them, it was more than an affair. Unsure how she knew, she just did.
Yet how could she hurt Tony so?
“Am
I still engaged to Tony?”
Baron
seemed to hesitate then shook his head, no.
“Oh
God! What have I done?”
Chapter
Eleven
Baron
didn’t know what to do. His instinct was to gather her in his arms and tell her
he loved her and it would be all right. He didn’t want her thinking she’d been
cheating on Tony. He realized that’s the conclusion she’d come to. It ate at
him. But he remembered what the doctor had said and it was clear to him her head
hurt the more she tried to force her memories. This was screwed up, but he couldn’t
stand her in pain. He only answered truthfully what she asked. He’d be damned
if he lied to her. Or let her ache like this.
“You
didn’t cheat on Tony.” Damn he’d spoken and forgotten she couldn’t hear him.
She’d placed her hands over her face to hide her tears. He touched her wrists and
brought them down, wiping at her tears. He couldn’t help himself. He grasped
her shoulders. Leaning forward, he kissed her eyelids then her nose before he
moved to her mouth. At first, her lips trembled against his own, followed by
the rest of her body. But she opened for him and he touched her tongue with
his. Everything exploded in his chest he had to pull her closer go deeper into
her.
Suddenly,
she groaned before she leaned back, but what he’d taken as a sound of pleasure
was really one of pain when she cried out, “My head.”
He
watched as her eyes glazed over and rolled up into her skull, then she went
limp in his arms. He pushed the call button then ran out of the door to get the
nurse. She met him at the threshold and ran past him.
“She
just fainted,” he said. “She cried out ‘my head’, like she was in pain.”
The
nurse examined her and picked up the phone and paged her physician.
“What’s
wrong with her,” he asked.
“I’m
not sure. The doctor will be here any moment and look at her.”
It
felt like they waited for eons but it was just minutes before a tall, stocky
man in a white coat entered the room. He didn’t recognize him, perhaps he was
the one on call. Gladys repeated what he’d told her to the physician, who
glanced up at him and asked him to wait outside. The nurse ushered him out of
the room before he had his wits about him enough to voice a protest. The door
closed in his face, and he stood against the far wall staring at nothing. He
wasn’t budging until they told him what was going on and that she was going to
be all right. Suddenly the nurse rushed out slamming the door behind her. She
was only gone a minute before she hurried back with a tray in her hand. He saw
several small packets on it. She ran past him fast then shut him out again. His
heart hammered in fear.
Time
seemed to flow through a tunnel. Everything at one end of it still moved, but
on the side where he stood against the wall, it had stopped. It didn’t start
again until Gladys came out and told him he could come back in. The doctor
stood at the foot of Jas’ bed writing something on her chart, then he looked up
at him.
“She’s
fine. I think maybe her memory is trying to reassert itself and that’s
triggering her headaches and caused her to pass out. Can you tell me what you
were talking about before she fainted?”
“I
kissed her.”
“Ah,
I see. And you’re her fiancé?”
“Yes,
but she doesn’t know that. She thinks my best friend is.”
The
doctor’s eyebrows rose. “I see. Did she ask you about that?”
He
shook his head. “No. She thinks we’ve been cheating on him. Oh