The Husband She Couldn't Forget

“I wasn’t born yesterday. I didn’t forget everything. I see how these women look at me. I’m scared of’em.”

She nearly laughed, but smothered it behind pursed lips. “Right. Why?”

“They whisper when I walk by, but I can still hear. Once I got my new face, well, I was the cat’s meow.”

Melanie burst out laughing and tried to hide behind her hand. “Who told you that?”

“The optometrist who worked on my eye after my facial bones healed. I had been developing cataracts, so I had Lasik surgery to fix everything.”

“No.” She looked horrified, but remembered reading this in his file.

“Dr. Hoover said I was the cat’s meow.”

“Okay, don’t you say that again.”

“Why?”

“Men don’t say that about themselves.”

“What do they say?”

“Nothing.”

“Women say they’re hot, cute, sexy, and men can’t say anything?”

Melanie looked lost. The sidewalk lights flickered on and he could fully see her face. “I’m not a guy. I don’t know what they say.”

“But it’s not the cat’s—”

“Don’t keep saying it.” Her hand was on his arm in a strong grip, her lips threatening to smile again.

“Melanie, I get a lot of attention and I’ve never been attracted to anyone. Not a doctor, nurse, aide, therapist or driver, and I think that covers just about everyone—until I met you. You’re very pretty and not just in that you-put-on-makeup way, but I like you. More than Purdy, but not more than Horace.”

She looked so serious for a moment and then she burst out laughing. “Not more than Horace? Okay, that’s fair. You’ve known him longer. Okay, but this is the deal, Rolland—”

“I like when you say my name. It sounds as if you really mean to get my attention.”

“I do. I need for you to hear this. We have to maintain a businesslike relationship.”

“Sit down, Melanie.”

He sat on the grass while she continued to stand. Her legs were at his eye level and he got a good view of her legs.

“Your legs are smooth.”

She quickly sat beside him.

“I understand that you can’t like me in a romantic way. We have to maintain a professional distance. But I can’t be honest some of the time, Melanie. See, you missed it.”

She looked up as a streak faded in the sky. “What did I miss?”

“The fireworks. There’s a company that sets them off every Monday even though the big shots at Ryder get angry.”

Melanie finally looked at him and she wasn’t angry anymore. “Why do they get angry?”

“Because they feel as if it’s distracting to those of us with brain injuries, but we disagree. Look behind you.”

Melanie turned around and then looked at Rolland. “Everybody is outside.”

“It’s kind of special. If you watch long enough you can tell what they’re practicing for. Fourth of July, New Year’s. Sometimes people even have them for weddings.”

The words Happy Birthda glittered into the sky and everyone laughed because the Y was missing.

“I’ve never known this to go on,” Melanie said, watching for the next fireworks. Suddenly a pink Y sizzled in the navy blue sky, and the audience applauded.

“You probably leave on time. Why are you here so late today?”

“Because I wanted to make sure that I talked to you. Now that we’ve talked, I’m going to head home.”

She stood up and people started making catcalls at her until she ducked down onto the ground. “It’s a tough crowd,” he told her. “This is entertainment, but you get to drive.”

Melanie laughed and took out a small notepad. “I’ll make a note in your chart that you want to learn how to drive.”

“And I want to be your friend.”

“Rolland—”

“Melanie, I’ve been here for over three months and nobody has looked for me. My fingerprints were taken in Vegas where the accident happened and nothing. They were sent across the country and nothing. Horace said I was born to wolves, but that’s not true.”

“No, it isn’t. He shouldn’t tell you that.”

“He’s just kidding. If he didn’t get me to laugh, he’d have a crying man on his hands and that wouldn’t have been any fun either. You know what, Melanie? I must not have been a nice person. How big of an ass do you have to be for nobody to care for you or even ask about you?”

“Maybe they didn’t know where to look,” she offered, her gaze on the ground. When she looked at him her eyes seemed to be filled with tears.

“Don’t spend any tears on me.”

“Okay.”

“My prints came back negative. My wallet and briefcase burned in the fire. That’s why I’m Rolland Jones. I got this flutter in my stomach for you, but I’ve had a busted face and knee that hurt and a whole lot of really painful injuries. I need friends. I’ll get over this flutter like I’ve gotten over everything else. Be my friend, Melanie.”

“Okay, Rolland. Let’s be friends.”

He stuck out his hand and she shook it and by damn if his whole body didn’t tingle.

Chapter Four

“Melanie, not feeling well?”