His Badge, Her Baby...Their Family?

Clearing his throat, he put the vehicle in gear and pulled away from the curb. “I’d better get you on home. I have work waiting on me back at the office.”

He pulled onto the nearest street and mixed in with the traffic. When they finally reached the main thoroughfare, he noticed Geena was looking around her with interest.

“Does any of this look familiar?” he asked.

“No. Everything looks new to me.” She glanced over at him. “You said we used to live in Reno. Did we ever drive down here for any reason?”

“Not here. We drove over to Virginia City a couple of times, but that’s the closest we got to Carson City.”

“Hmm. Maybe this town looks new to me because I’ve never seen it before. That’s possible, isn’t it?”

“Very possible,” he agreed, then suddenly remembered the piece of jewelry he’d found at the accident site. While keeping his eye on the traffic, he fished the dainty necklace from his shirt pocket and handed it over to her. “Here. I found this dangling from a limb of sagebrush.”

“That’s mine! That’s my cross!”

Her unexpected reaction had him glancing across the console to see her gripping the piece of silver.

“You recognize it?”

“Of course I do! I’ve had it for years!”

Nearly eleven, Vince could have told her. Ever since he’d given it to her for their first Easter together. But he held that information back. He didn’t want her to think there was some special reason she’d been wearing the necklace or why it was the only single thing she remembered, other than her age. He didn’t want to think it himself.

“That’s good. That means your concussion is healing. Are you still having headaches?”

She lifted a hand to her left temple. “There’s still a bump and a cut, but the headaches seem to be gone.”

From the corner of his eye, he could see her studying the necklace dangling from her fingers. A confused frown marred her forehead, and he realized she was straining to remember the significance of the little cross.

In a soft, thoughtful voice, she asked, “I wonder why I remember this necklace being mine. What does it mean?”

He stared straight ahead, and a feeling of tremendous loss washed over him.

“Probably that you like silver. And that you have a deep faith.”

“Hmm. Maybe so.” She fastened the chain at the back of her neck, then adjusted the cross in the hollow of her throat. “There. I have a piece of my old life back. And it tells me everything is going to get better.”

Better for her. Yes, Vince wanted that very much. As for himself, nothing could get better. He was stuck in a past that she’d totally forgotten.

Chapter Four (#ulink_3e10a996-83ad-5417-8d78-7150f83cab10)

The next day Geena was sitting on the couch, staring at a credit card and set of truck keys lying on the coffee table. Before he’d gone to work this morning, Vince had left the items there with the suggestion she drive downtown and do some shopping for herself. When he’d asked if she remembered how to drive, she’d assured him she’d not forgotten. She’d even promised to be extra safe while driving his truck.

Yet, two hours later, she’d not made a move to pick up the card or the keys. Instead, she’d turned the television on and off, gone outside and walked around the house three times, then tried to read a magazine she’d found lying on the bar in the kitchen. But the subject of lawmen and the tactical gear they used on the job was hardly her taste of entertainment.

No doubt when Vince returned home, he’d want to know why she hadn’t accepted his offer to replenish some of her lost things. Especially when she desperately needed a change of clothes and some toiletries. But something about spending his money made her feel like a leech.

With a mental groan, she started to reach for the television remote when the sound of the doorbell caused her to pause.

Since Vince worked during the day, she didn’t expect he had people stopping by just to say hello. More than likely someone was going door to door trying to sell or promote something.

Leaving the couch, she walked out to the foyer and, for the sake of caution, peered into the peephole on the door.

“Marcella!” She practically yelled the nurse’s name as she quickly jerked open the door. “Oh, I’m so happy to see you! Please, come in. What in the world are you doing here? I’m not supposed to need a nurse’s care!”

Laughing, the red-haired nurse stepped into the foyer. She was carrying a large denim tote in one hand and a smaller canvas bag in the other. “I’m not here as a nurse. I’m here as a friend.”

Geena gave the woman a grateful hug. “This is so nice of you. But how did you know where to find me? When I was discharged from the hospital yesterday, you’d already gone home.”

Marcella smiled coyly. “I called Detective Parcell. He explained that you were here and gave me the address.”

Geena didn’t know why she was suddenly blushing. The only reason she was at her ex-husband’s house was to avoid going to a public shelter.

“Well, I hope you can stay for a bit. Please, come into the living room and make yourself comfortable,” she invited.

Marcella walked ahead of her and once they reached the living area, she placed the bags on the floor next to a green suede couch, then took a seat at one end. Geena eased down on the opposite end and squared around so that she was facing her new found friend.

“What a nice place. Very homey for a bachelor,” the nurse commented as she glanced around at the comfortable furnishings. “Art on the wall, colorful throw rugs exactly where they should be and no half-eaten food or beer bottles lying about. Detective Parcell must be special.”

“Well, I’d say so. But not because his house is clean and nice, but because he offered to share it with me. At least, until I can get everything with my identity straightened out.”

“Hmm. You’re right. Not many men would be so generous with their ex-wives.”

Shortly after Vince had explained her name was Geena and they’d once been married, she’d shared the information with Marcella. Mainly because she felt like the special nurse deserved to know what was going on.

“I think he feels obligated,” Geena said glumly. “Because I have no one else.”

“Could be. But I’d like to think he’s doing it because he wants to help you.”

Sighing, Geena motioned to the credit card and keys lying on the coffee table. “He left those this morning and told me to go shopping for whatever I needed.”

Marcella regarded her with a meaningful glance. “That is generous. So what did you buy?”

“Nothing! And I’m not going to. Just giving me a roof over my head is more than enough. I don’t want to take advantage of his generosity. Especially when it might be a while before I can pay him back.”

Smiling drily, Marcella shook her head, and Geena couldn’t help but notice how pretty the woman looked with her long red hair hanging against her back and a touch of makeup brightening her face. Her slender figure was perfect, which only made Geena feel even more like a walrus.