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 B

Adam was a stranger. They had never met, never shared their dreams, or laughed together. All he’d seen in her eyes was pain.
    “Am I interrupting?” her brother, Will, a dark-haired, brown-eyed younger version of Radford, asked as he sat on the porch railing across from Adam.
    Shaking his head, Adam released a weary sigh.
    “I know Doc Milton warned us that head injuries are tricky, but I never expected this.” Will shoved his fingers into his bark brown hair. “It just seems... impossible.”
    Adam nodded. “I know.”
    “I can’t forget my father’s expression when Rebecca said she didn’t know him. I stood in the doorway with Doc Milton feeling as if I’d been punched in the forehead. That look on my father’s face was... it was just...” Will shook his head as if to snap himself out of his stupor. “I’ll never forget it.”
    Neither would Adam—because he felt that same terrifying despair that had been in Radford’s eyes.
    “Doc Milton warned us to take this a day at a time,” Will said, “but it’s like being trapped in a nightmare. All I want is for it to end.”
    It was worse than a nightmare because it was real. Adam’s mind flashed back to Rebecca’s accident, seeing her tumble backward, being too far away to save her, and he wanted to weep with regret. Instead, he met Will’s concern-filled eyes. “There is nothing easy about this, but we have to be strong and help Rebecca. She’s hurt and scared. Hopefully a couple days of healing and bed rest will put her mind right and ease her pain.”
    “I hope so,” he said, “but the wait isn’t going to be easy for any of us, especially for my father.”
    Adam nodded because there was nothing else to say.
    The screen door swung open and Radford stepped onto the porch. He looked years older, and it wasn’t because of the bluish hue of twilight shadows darkening the porch. The man was sick with fear.
    “She’s gone again,” he said, his voice hoarse. “Doc says there’s no telling how long she’ll be in and out like this, or if she’ll ever get her memory back.” His eyes, raw with pain, drilled into Adam. “She doesn’t even know her own father.”
    Despite the pain in Radford’s voice, Adam heard the accusation. This was Adam’s fault. He reminded himself that Radford was in pain, he was scared, and he was angry. Every one of those emotions was justified.
    “I know, sir. She doesn’t know her future husband either.” Adam descended the steps, then stopped and turned back. “I’ll return in the morning.” His future wife was here, and he intended to be at her side. But as he headed across the yard, he wondered if Radford would welcome him back.
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    Adam found Faith asleep in one corner of the camel-back sofa in the parlor, her body curled in slumber. She’d tucked her hands beneath her right cheek and used the sofa’s scrolled arm as a pillow of sorts. That she’d been waiting for him was apparent by the smoldering fire in the fireplace and the pot of coffee he spied on the kitchen stove. He was touched, but not surprised by her concern for him. Faith had always been there for him, especially when she knew he was hurting.
    He didn’t want to wake her, but it would be unkind to slip upstairs to bed and leave her sleeping uncomfortably on the sofa.
    The smell of coffee, albeit long past fresh, was inviting, so he poured himself a cup of the steamy brew and went to sit in a wingback chair. Scout wandered into the parlor, blinking sleep from his old eyes as he climbed onto Adam’s lap.
    “Hey, old friend,” Adam whispered, welcoming the hound. With one hand wrapped around the warm mug and the other stroking Scout’s fur, Adam sat quietly, taking a sip of coffee now and then as his mind and body unwound.
    Faith’s soft voice cut into his thoughts. “Any change?” she asked, her sleepy voice hopeful.
    He shook his head, noting her loose hair and dark eyes. “Not really. Rebecca woke again, but her words are still