Free Come To Me by LaVerne Thompson Page B

fuck! What a
mess.” He raked his hand through his hair.
    “Don’t
be too upset. There’s no reason why her memory shouldn’t return in time. The
results so far don’t indicate any long-term damage. She came to and her head
was still hurting, so I gave her a mild sedative to help her sleep. Let’s see
how she’s doing in the morning and maybe after a CT scan. We might be able to release
her if the results are good and just keep an eye on her. We’ll follow up in a
few days. Meanwhile, if she is discharged, I’ll give her a prescription for her
headaches.”
    “Should
I tell her who I really am to her?”
    “She
doesn’t recognize you?”
    “No.
But she feels something for me. I believe it’s because she does that she’s so
upset thinking she’s cheated on the man she thinks is her fiancé.” Baron
snorted at the irony.
    “It’s
best, in these situations, to go slowly. When she is released, she should
return home, be in familiar surroundings and hopefully that will help trigger
her memories.”
    “We
live together, Doctor. We’re supposed to be getting married in two months.”
    “Then
I think it might be best to tell her the truth. Explain it in the morning. Let
her get a good night’s sleep, you too. I’ll see her again in the morning after
the scan. And if everything checks out, she’ll be free to go.”
    “Thank
you, Doctor.” He shook his hand and left.
    Baron
moved over to the bed and stared at the woman sleeping on it. He ran his
fingers through her soft hair. “Come back to me, Jasmine. I love you so much.
Remember me. Remember our love, our plans, our future.” He bent and kissed her.
As he pulled away he whispered against her lips, “Remember me.”
    The
sun had barely risen when Baron got off the elevator on Jasmine’s floor. He’d
gone home but he couldn’t sleep. She wasn’t beside him. In the three months
that they’d been together, he’d been traveling more than usual and he knew she
didn’t like it. Neither did he. But this last trip was the final one. From now
on, he’d only have to travel a couple of times a year. He would not leave her
for long again.
     

    Jasmine
woke up and the headache was gone. She tried to rise just as the door opened
and Baron stepped in. He didn’t look like he’d slept much. Purple shadows
underlined his beautiful eyes and they appeared wary and a little sad. She
blinked. How could she read him so well? She remembered their kiss like
something they’d done often. The blood rushing through her system and heat
pooling in her lower abdomen told her this was something she wanted to do a
thousand times. And even more than just kiss. But it wasn’t right.
    He
flashed a beautiful set of pearly whites at her and pulled the chair near the
bed even closer before he sat and took her hand. “Hi.”
    He’d
mouthed the words but she understood him. She grinned. “Good morning.”
    The
writing pad rested on the nightstand. He wrote on it so she could see. ‘The doctor said he might release you
today.’
    She
smiled. “That’s great. Maybe if I’m back in my own place I’ll begin to
remember.”
    He
nodded and wrote. ‘Yes, that’s what he
thinks, too.’
    “Is
Tony coming by later to take me home?” Again, a flash of hurt crossed his
features when she mentioned Tony. She had to know. That kiss… “There is more
between us than just friends. I feel that much, but if I’m engaged to Tony….”
    He
shook his head and spoke, but she shrugged and pointed at the notebook. Her
heart raced as she read what he’d written, surprisingly there was no blinding
pain. It made sense. She had been attracted to Baron from the first time she’d
laid eyes on him and on a level she didn’t understand. More so than her fiancé.
Who according to what he wrote, ‘You’re
not engaged to Tony,’ means Tony wasn’t her fiancé at all.
    She
raised her hand and stared at her ring, and then at him. “Who am I engaged to?”
    “Me.”
    He
didn’t need to put