Free Leave it for the Rain: A Love She Couldn't Remember—A Woman He Couldn't Forget (Grayson Brothers Book 6) by Wendy Lindstrom

almond-shaped eyes that seemed to look into her soul.
    She glanced beyond his shoulder to the fading light outside the curtained window and then returned to her surroundings. She lay in a bed in a pretty room with floral wallpaper and three tall doors that led to who knew where? To her right was a small vanity with a small mirror and a nightstand holding a pretty lamp. Beyond that stood an armoire and on the floor beside it sat a heavy wooden chest of some sort.
    “Rebecca, please talk to me. I need to hear your voice.”
    Rebecca? The intensity in his eyes kept her silent.
    She struggled to push herself upright, but a jagged bolt of pain cut through her head. She fell back on the pillow, panting, her skull feeling as if it was splitting into two halves.
    “I’ll get the doctor,” he said.
    She grasped his hand, but she couldn’t hold onto him as he stood. “Who you are?” she croaked, her voice strained and hoarse. She rolled her throbbing head, wondering at her jumbled words, her muddled thinking.
    His eyebrows lifted as if she’d just surprised him. “Who am I?” he asked.
    She nodded.
    “Are you playing with me, Rebecca?”
    She shook her head, but the movement sickened her and the edges of her vision grew black. Dizziness washed over her and her head lolled.
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    Somewhere a door closed and slow footsteps approached. She struggled to open her eyes, but her lids were weighted. Her fingers twitched and she tried to lift her arm, but it, too, felt leaden. The footsteps stopped beside her.
    “My love, you have a lot of people waiting for you to awaken.”
    The man's voice came to her like soft rain upon her face, cool... soothing... gentle. An image appeared in the mist. Brown, compassion-filled eyes beckoned her, compelled her to trust him.
    The gentle touch of his palm on her forehead eased the tension in her shoulders. Coolness washed over her face, and she tasted water on her tongue. She sucked the wet cloth into her mouth, wanting more of the precious liquid.
    “Just a little for now.” Cool water dribbled over her dry lips into her parched mouth. “Does that help?”
    She tilted her face and welcomed the dribble of water that crossed her lips. Sighing, she lifted her lashes and looked into his dark, worried eyes.
    “It's good to see your eyes open. You’ve been sleeping a very long time.”
    She blinked, but his image remained blurry. Who was this man sitting on her bed, gazing at her, all rugged and handsome? And who was the woman standing behind him who seemed to be on the verge of tears?
    He set the water glass and cloth aside and smiled down at her. “You think you might remember me now?”
    She didn't dare answer.
    His smile faded. “Rebecca, you’re scaring me to death. Please tell me you know who I am.”
    She struggled to sit up, gasping in pain as her head throbbed and the muscles in her aching body protested. She gritted her teeth and forced herself up on her elbows.
    He and the woman assisted her and then propped two fat pillows behind her shoulders. “Lean back and rest,” the woman said, her voice kind and comforting. “I’ll fetch the doctor.”
    In too much pain to argue, she watched the man as intensely as he was regarding her. “What happened to me?” she asked, her voice little more than a croak.
    “You were unseated by your horse and cracked your head on an oak log.”
    It felt as if her head had been split in half. She tried to remember, but everything was a jumble, and her mind was as empty of memory as her body was full of pain.
    She couldn’t remember one single thing from before the man had awakened her. Not one thing. She lurched upright, trembling with weakness and fear as her thoughts ran straight into a black hole. She began to panic.
    The room began to spin.
    Sick to her stomach, she sagged forward against him. Questions rolled through her like the waves of nausea creating havoc in her stomach and her mind.
    He held her gently as her head lolled against his