Free Forget Me (Hampton Harbor) by Jess Petosa Page A

even if I wasn't in town, you would still be
on my mind."
    Will is drawing pictures
around mine now, and every so often his knuckles graze my bare belly. I try not
to shiver outwardly at the chills his touch sends up and down my body.
Eventually his hand finds mine and we hold them together between us.
    "What happens when I
get my memories back?" I ask. "What happens when I remember who I am,
and what my life was before this? What if it is just like you said, that I have
a life and a boyfriend? I'll become a completely different person."
    "Maybe it will be
easier then." Will rolls onto his back and looks up at the cloudless sky.
"I mean, once you remember you may not be Jane anymore. Maybe it will be
easier for us to say good-bye."
    I nod with him but deep
down inside, I doubt his words. It is dangerous to get so close to him now,
especially with how I feel. But then I remember that I came to this town for a
reason, even if I don't know it yet. I feel like I'm supposed to be here, and
maybe part of that has to do with Will. Maybe I was looking for a new start,
and a new chance. Right now, I have one.
     I roll onto my
stomach and push up onto my elbows, scooting closer to Will so that I can look
down at him.
    "I say we give it a
try," I tell him. "I don't care if this is bound to have a bad
ending. The beginning feels good enough to be worth it."
    Will smiles. "I was
hoping you would say something like that."
    He grabs my head and pulls
me closer, bringing my lips to his. 

CHAPTER ELEVEN
     
    Will gets me home around one in the afternoon, around two hours
after he picked me up in his boat. I grab a quick lunch and run upstairs to
shower and get ready for work. I'll need to take the bus into town today, and
sometimes with all the stops it take three times as long as driving. We stayed
on the shore for a while longer, kissing, talking, and finding shapes in the
clouds. Every time I think about Will, happiness covers me like a warm
blanket. 
    Our relationship feels
right, and that is big for me in a time of unknowns.
             By the time
I get ready and call the dispatcher to make sure the next bus stops, it is
two-thirty. I'm at work by three, just in time for my shift. I'm just putting
on my apron when Amy cashes out her last table and drops her order pad on the
counter.
    "It's been a crazy
day," she says to me. "The Crab Shack is having a special tonight so
we might not be as busy, but tips have been good." 
    She takes her apron off and
drops it into the laundry bin. "Have a good night!"
    She is out the back door in
a flash and I pick up right where she left off. The evening crowd is steady and
the hours pass quickly. I'm so happy and content that I manage to get all the
orders right, and my mood must be rubbing off on my tables, because I pull in
big tips.  Charles and Marie stop in for dinner around seven and I spend a
few minutes sitting at their booth.
    "How was Bangor?"
I ask.
    "Good," Charles
says.
    "We had a lovely day
of shopping after the appointment," Marie says and I smile.
    I love listening to the way
she talks about life. Everything is lovely and dear. But today I think my own
mood overshadows hers.
    "I spoke to my
doctor," Charles says. "He is an old colleague of mine and I told him
a little about you."
    My mood deflates just
slightly and I look back and forth between the two of them.
    "Don't worry
dear." Marie reaches across the table and lays her hand on top of mine.
"We thought it would be a good idea if you had a physical. We know nothing
about your past, and you might have a condition that requires medication, or
something of that sort."
    I pull my hand back.
"I've been fine so far."
    "You have,"
Charles agrees. "But that doesn't mean you always will be. It is better to
be safe than sorry. Unless, of course, you want us to hire someone to find out who you really are?"
    It isn't a threat, just a
question, but my muscles tense up immediately.
    "I'll see the
doctor," I respond.
    "We'll go next