The Cowboy And The Countess. Darlene ScaleraЧитать онлайн книгу.
He came to her, placing his hands on her shoulders. She looked into the silver sheen of his eyes. “Believe in me, Anna. Believe in us.”
She did believe, she thought. She always had.
They stood together, the belief in themselves and what could be full in their hearts. In that moment, it was possible. Everything was possible. A computer wizard could be a wrangler. A cleaning girl could be a countess. If they believed…
“A-n-n-n-a!” Ronnie called from below. “Some people are here to see you.”
She received the summons with a smile, knowing she’d been saved. She and Kent walked downstairs, still hand in hand, their descent unhurried. The ground level beckoned, but Anna’s steps remained slow and measured. She would reach the flat surface soon enough.
She heard Leon even before they reached the reception room.
“Within a year, you’re going to want triple the megabytes on this baby,” he was telling Ronnie as he examined the back of her computer’s central unit. “What speed modem do you have?”
A beautiful brunette, perched on the edge of one of the red velour chairs, jumped up.
“Kent!”
Anna recognized the woman coming toward them as Kent’s fiancé. The woman scanned Kent’s outfit. She hesitated. Her smile dissolved.
Leon looked up. “Buddy!” He came toward Kent, arms outstretched. “Out stalking the streets, huh? I don’t blame you…not after I heard it was chipped beef on toast day at the hospital.”
Leon embraced him in a back-patting hug. Kent stood, body stiff. He looked from Leon to Hilary.
“What’re you doing here?” he asked. “I explained everything to you yesterday. I’m not the man you think I am.”
Leon glanced at Anna.
“I called them,” she said.
Kent looked at her. “Why?”
“They’re very worried about you.”
He glanced at Leon and Hilary again, then back at Anna.
“They’re your friends. You just don’t remember them.”
Kent shook his head. “No, these people don’t know me. Not like you do, Anna.”
“You remember them with you yesterday in the hospital, don’t you?”
Kent looked for a long moment at Leon and Hilary. He nodded.
“Do you remember the doctor talking about amnesia?” Leon asked.
Kent nodded, still looking at Leon and Hilary.
“Do you remember him saying the blow to your head caused a temporary memory loss?” Hilary asked.
Again he nodded.
“But there’s no reason you won’t fully recover in a few weeks,” Anna said too brightly. “You’ll be your ol’ self again in no time…and everything won’t seem so confusing.”
Kent shifted his gaze to her. “I’m not confused, Anna.”
“You left the hospital before the doctors could perform necessary tests,” Leon pointed out. “They need to take X rays to determine your condition.”
“My condition?”
“But all those tests can be done on an outpatient basis, darling,” Hilary added. “However, you do need rest to recover fully. That the doctor was very adamant about. So we’ve come to take you home.” She took a tentative step toward him.
“There’s nothing wrong with me.”
“Probably not,” Anna said. The cheerleader smile had become frozen on her face. “But this way, you’ll be sure.”
He looked down at her. “You’re worried, too?”
She nodded. Her throat had grown too tight to speak.
“You think I should go with these people?”
She swallowed hard. “You don’t remember them now, but you will. They’re your friends.”
Kent looked about the room. “I’ll go,” he said. “Only because this seems a way to resolve this mix-up once and for all.”
“Good choice,” Leon said.
But Kent was looking at Anna. “I’ll be back for you.” He bent down swiftly and kissed her hard on the lips. His mouth slid to her cheek. “I’ll be back,” he whispered against the yield of flesh, the opening of pores.
He pulled away, turned to the two others. “Let’s go.”
They walked to the door. He turned only once. He looked at her.
Sound welled within her, climbed up her throat. Her mouth opened, her lips drew back. The tendons in her throat contracted. Yet no sound came.
Then he was gone.
Her mouth closed. Her lips met, their tight line echoed in her flat stare, the erect, still way she stood.
The first time, she hadn’t been given the chance to say goodbye. The second time, she’d been too much the coward.
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