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 Page A

chest. “I’ve got you, darling.”
    As waves of dizziness washed over her, she clung to him, listening to his strong, steady heartbeat beneath her ear. Sweat prickled her face and neck. Her head lolled forward and her stomach rolled. She gaged and raised shaking fingers to her mouth, sagging fully into his arms.
    “Are you ill?” He reached out and lifted an empty wash basin from the nightstand.
    She gritted her teeth against her rising nausea, but lost her battle.
    Deftly, he lowered her to the mattress and held her hair as she retched bile into the hand basin.
    “I'm sorry, love.”
    Sweat burst from her pores and washed her with chills as dry heaves overtook her. Fire shot through her ribs each time her stomach contracted with long, agonizing shudders that stole her breath.
    He stroked her shoulder and arm, whispering apologies each time she moaned from the excruciating pain that wracked her body. Even when she fought to keep the sound inside, he seemed to know, to touch her, to cup his palm over her tender shoulders. Tears streamed from her eyes and cannons seemed to explode in her head.
    An eternity passed before the dry heaves subsided. Finally she wilted onto the mattress, wasted.
    He wiped the perspiration and tears from her face with his bare palm.
    She placed a trembling hand on her chest. “Who I am?” she asked, struggling with the slippery words.
    His eyes darkened. “You don’t know?”
    For several seconds she frantically tried to summon her name, but every query for an answer disappeared into the black void where her memories should be. Every piece of her life that came before she’d opened her eyes with this man at her side was gone... including her name.
    She rolled her head from side to side as pain hammered her skull.
    His face paled and a sick look filled his expression. “Oh, Rebecca...”
    “You are who?” she asked, keeping her breath shallow to spare her aching head. She needed to know who he was, and more importantly who she was.
    He sighed and moisture brimmed in his eyes. “You’re Rebecca Grayson, and I’m Adam—the man you’ve promised to marry.”
    She couldn’t speak, couldn’t think past the gut-punch of shock. She’d never seen him before in her life. Everything was sideways and mixed up in her head and she hurt so badly she wanted to weep from the pain.
    A pretty woman entered the room dressed in a plain spring green, day dress. “The doctor will be right up.” She clasped Rebecca’s hands in her own, her eyes filled with tender concern. “You have given us a terrible scare, Rebecca.”
    Rebecca... Her name was Rebecca ? The throbbing pain in her skull made it difficult to think, but apparently she belonged here with these kind people.
    A very tall, very handsome man entered the room and stopped cold when her eyes met his. “Sprite...” He’d whispered the name as if he couldn’t get his breath. He leaned down and cupped her cheek in his large, warm palm. “You have scared twenty years off my life.”
    Her gaze bounced between the three of them hovering over her. Confused, overwhelmed, and filled with pain, she shrank back into the damp bedding.
    The man named Adam got to his feet and spoke to the tall man at her bedside. “You should know that Rebecca doesn’t remember me,” he said, as if someone had just died. “I don’t think she remembers any of us.”
    The tall man’s jaw dropped.
    The woman’s green eyes widened. “You know us, don’t you, sweetheart?” she asked.
    The only thing she—Rebecca—knew was pain. Her head pounded and her words were so jumbled all she could manage to say was, “No.”
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    Adam stood on the porch, staring into the twilight with his thoughts whipped into chaos like debris in a whirlwind.
    Rebecca didn’t know him.
    She didn’t remember their love or the million small moments they had shared together.
    There was no recognition in her eyes when she looked at him, no friendship, no playful flirting, no love. To her,