The Husband She Couldn′t Forget
The Husband She Couldn't Forget
Carmen Green
An unforgettable manMelanie wasnt one to wallow in heartbreak. So when her husband served her with divorce papers, she took a new job far away. And met a new man her therapy client Rolland. After a car accident, Rolland required extensive reconstructive surgery and it had left him with no memory.It was up to Melanie to rebuild this brave, beautiful mans mind. And soon Rolland was rebuilding her heart. She knew falling for a client was forbidden. Yet Rolland was the second chance she was looking for in ways that would shock her to her very soul
Kneeling beside him, she put her hand on his forehead and saw the mark on her finger from the absent ring. The reminders of her past life.
Rolland held her until she was still. Besides liking that youre blocking the sun, I would really like to kiss you.
His lips greeted hers in a kiss that defined perfection in its simplicity. There was a knowing about the way his mouth moved over hers, an assuredness in how his head tilted, and hers dropped to the side and back to accept his mouth and tongue, that made her know this wouldnt be the last time. That thought brought reality screeching back.
She planted both her hands against his chest and moved herself away.
Melanie?
Wait. I need a minute. All of her senses began to work again and she heard birds caw. Squirrels hustled about their business and a deer ran past heading east.
Rolland got closer and though she didnt want to, she had to stop him.
About the Author
CARMEN GREEN was born in Buffalo, NY, and had plans to study law before becoming a published author. While raising her three children, she wrote her first book on legal pads and transcribed it onto a computer on weekends before selling it in 1993. Since that time she has sold more than thirty novels and novellas, and is proud that one of her books was made into a TV movie in 2001, Commitments, in which she had a cameo role.
In addition to writing full-time, Carmen is now a mum of four, and lives in the Southeast of America. You can contact Carmen at www.carmengreen.blogspot.com or carmengreen1201@yahoo.com.
Dear Reader,
This is my inaugural book for Mills & Boon Cherish, so I thought I should introduce myself. I am Carmen Green and Ive been a writer since the mid-nineties. I love writing funny, offbeat novels, but I have a serious side too, so youll never really know what to expect. I love learning, flowers, family, friends and food. I never go on loops, but I dont mind talking to people, doing interviews or appearing at conferences. I love travelling and experiencing new things. I have great friends in this business and those that know me well know that Im funny, straightforward and honest.
This book is quite special to me. Traumatic Brain Injury is a very serious condition, and for those that suffer from this condition and their families it is often life-altering. My prayers and thoughts go out to all of those who continue the battle to improve their lives and the lives of those affected by TBI. I try to reply to all of my readers. My e-mail address is carmengreen1201@gmail.com, and my website is www.authorcarmengreen.com.
I look forward to hearing from all of you.
Peace and blessings,
Carmen Green
The Husband
She Couldnt
Forget
Carmen Green
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
This book is dedicated to the US Military, and to Lori Bryant Woolridge and Nina Foxx, two of the women along with myself who founded the Femme Fantastik Tour. Its been a humbling experience travelling to bases and speaking to the soldiers and their families. I became interested in the subject of Traumatic Brain Injury because of an injury to a soldier, and I have a healthy respect for all that they and their families must endure on the path to recovery. Im very proud of our soldiers, and I hope to see you all again soon.
Prologue
Melanie stood on the top step of her Atlanta, Georgia, home and wondered how any woman in her right mind could be wearing stockings in this kind of June heat. The tall black woman whod just rung her doorbell smelled faintly of cigarettes and looked as if she needed one bad.
An odd expression crossed her face, and Melanie looked at her own left hand and jerked it behind her back, embarrassed. She was still holding the Not Pregnant test stick from the pregnancy test shed just taken, and her flush of disappointment sizzled into nothingness under the bright noon sun.
Im sorry, I just heard the door a second ago, Melanie said, pocketing the apparatus.
Mrs. Melanie Bishop?
Yes, thats me.
Regret passed over the womans face before she tapped Melanies arm with a large manila envelope. Youve been served.
Hubert, Boyle and Stein. Divorce attorneys. Shed heard whispers about them in the ladies locker room at the country club her husband had insisted they join. They were the best. Or the worst. Depending on which side of the table you were on.
Her smile felt parched and false.
The woman took the winding steps down to the sidewalk in a hurry but sensing no threat, slowed down as she walked to her old grayish-looking Civic and got in. The car rumbled to life, but she didnt pull off.
Melanie stared at the envelope, knowing, but not wanting to know, why Deion was having her served.
The massive front door was blue. Deion wasnt fond of blue, but he hadnt said he hated blue. She couldve changed it. Wouldve, had she known.
Maybe they shouldnt have compromised on the Porsche hed wanted, and should have gotten it instead of the Lexus SUV.
But where would he put the baby when they had one?
That had been her argument.
Maybe hed gotten tired of her arguments for everything.
Maybe Deion hated
Melanie?
Yes? she said, looking around, unsure of who was calling her. It was the process server.
The woman had leaned over the passenger seat and was looking out the window. You got a mama? she called up to her.
She died seven years ago. What an odd question coming from a stranger.
A sister or best friend?
A friend. Him. Only him.
Go in your house and call her right now. Okay?
Okay. Melanie turned the knob and put her shoulders into pushing the heavy door open. Thank you.
Youre welcome.
Inside the house, her sneakers made hush, hush sounds on the nearly black hardwood floors and not for the first time, she felt as if the cool silence was mocking her. Shed only agreed to this house because shed thought theyd fill it with children. But theyd been trying for five years and she didnt need telepathy to tell her that the papers in her hand were her expiration notice.
Dial Deions cell phone, she said aloud to the voice-activated system that controlled everything in the house.
She walked to their bedroom to Deions closet and didnt notice more than the usual amount of clothes gone.
Deion was in New York at a conference for portfolio managers. She could hear his cell ringing, then roll over to voice mail. She sat on the end of their bed.
This is Deion Bishop. Im making deals happen, and if youre ready, Ill make them happen for you. Leave your name and number. His voice was still sexy after seven years of being together. She hadnt tired of it. Would never.
Honey, we need to talk, she said, injecting a smile into her voice. There has to be some way we can make this work. We can talk about anything. Please call me here at home. I love you. Goodbye. End call.
Two weeks after she was served, Melanie slid her maids paycheck through the crack in the front door, but wouldnt open it all the way. I dont need you this week, Juanita. Im just not feeling well and I dont want you to catch my germs.
Mrs. Bishop, I clean two times a week, every week for five years. Mr. Bishop says so. He doesnt like his bathroom with any dirt. Im coming in.
No! Melanie swallowed her tears. Mr. Bishop isnt here right now, so theres no need to worry about his bathroom. Here, Ill pay you for the entire month. Ill call you when I need you. Thank you, Juanita.
Mrs. Bishop, you okay?
Im fine, she said, closing out the concerned-looking woman. Goodbye. Ill call you. Really. Bye, now.
Mrs. Bishop.
Melanie closed the door and walked back to her bedroom. Call Deion at work, she commanded, relieved when she saw Juanitas car slowly leave the cul-de-sac.
Good morning, MJM Portfolio Management.
This is Melanie Bishop. May I speak to Rod Burke?
Just a moment, please.
At least this time she didnt get the baffled silence from the receptionist.
Melanie, its Rod. I heard that youve been calling.
I have, Rod. Deion isnt home from a trip he left from two weeks ago. Im worried. He hasnt answered his cell and Im not sure where exactly he is. Shed been weeping so long, her throat was raw. She cleared it, knowing she sounded like a desperate housewife. Where is he?
Melanie, Deion quit working here two weeks ago.
What? Shock and panic and a desperate sense that everything was coming to a close enveloped her. He loved his job and if he quit there, he had much bigger plans.
Deion walked in one day, said he had an opportunity he couldnt pass up and handed in his resignation. I wasnt happy at all, but I couldnt stop him.
When was this?
Exactly two weeks ago today.
Rod, do you still hold his license?
No, I gave it to him. We severed all ties, and he left. Funny thing, though, I thought he was going to try to undercut me and take his top clients, then Id have recourse to sue him, but he hasnt touched them.
Melanie knew better than to say Deion wouldnt cheat Rod, but thats how Rod had gotten his startby avoiding his former firms client list.
Nothing at all, Rod?
Not a peep. Mel, I wish I could help, but Ive got a meeting. I dont know any more than Ive told you.
Sorry to bother you.
No bother. Bye, he said and hung up.
Melanie listened to the dial tone. All communication between her and Rod was probably over forever.
The tears poured from her as she walked from room to room, opening doors, letting her pain fill each space. Open-mouthed she cried out her sorrow in the nursery that would never know the rhapsody of her childrens glee. The guest room that had never experienced the joy of a guest, and the master bedroom that had lost its master and mistress.
Tripping on her slippers, she tumbled down the step in the den and lay there, wishing her pain would end. Why hadnt he just told her face-to-face it was over?
How could he break her heart this way?
A hand touched her shoulder and she jumped.
Mrs. Bishop, why are you crying?
Juanita? Youre back.
Yes, maam. I was worried about you. Come on, get up. I was afraid. This is my husband, Jusef.
They helped her off the floor and to the sofa. Juanita dispatched her husband to the kitchen for a towel and glass of water. Whats wrong?
He left me and I dont know why. Just served me with divorce papers weeks ago and hes gone.
Juanita rubbed Melanies back and closed her eyes. Let me pray for you.
Softly in Spanish she prayed for Melanie as Jusef stood in the doorway and waited. When his wife was done, he brought the water. May I see the papers? Im in law school.
You are? Juanita, I didnt know.
Shame filled Melanie because shed never gotten to know the woman who cleaned her house and had indulged her and Deions nonsensical wishes. Im so sorry.
No. I came here to do my job not to talk, talk, talk. I do enough of that at home. Im helping Jusef through law school and then he will help me through culinary arts school. We will do well together.
There was love in this family, Melanie saw, and respect. She wished shed been able to have that with Deion.
Melanie finished the water and felt better.
Jusef, the papers are on the dining room table. Theyre clear-cut and he even signed them. Im leaving. I was just walking around thinking about all the dreams that were lost, and I guess I got overwhelmed. This morning I accepted a job in Kentucky.
Are you sure you wont give him a little more time? Juanita asked, her own eyes sympathetic.
Melanie wiped her tears and accepted Juanitas hug. No. I talked to his boss and he said Deion quit his job. Ive called everyone and nobodys seen him. Nobody knows anything and if they do, nobodys saying. He doesnt want me to find him. Its time to face reality that hes gone for good.
Jusef returned, reading the papers. You can take what you want. Do you want to contest this?
No. Hes being more than generous.
He may have more assets.
No, Im not going to fight over anything. I put some things in the car and I shipped my gardening tools and seasonal clothing yesterday.
Juanita looked around. You didnt take anything.
I did. Some papers and other smaller things I wanted. I kept the personal things he gave me, but overall I want to make a fresh start. I have money, so Ill buy whatever I need once I get there. Do you need anything, Juanita?
No, maam. We are just fine.
Juanita, we need a bed. Our bed is twenty-five years old and we are only thirty. Why are you saying no? Jusef said. You didnt learn anything from church on Sunday.
Melanie smiled for the first time in days. Jusef, Ive got just the bed for you.
The next morning, Melanie felt the tears building, but kept them at bay. She swept up the last of the trash and pulled the garbage can to the curb, waited as the garbage man dumped it, then dragged it back to the garage where she hosed it down. She washed her hands, then walked back down the driveway.
Mrs. Bishop, you sure you want me to take all of this?
Yes, please enjoy everything.
Melanie looked at Juanitas overloaded Chevy Trail-blazer. Shed filled the SUV with all the items a new couple would need to start a home. Jusefs brother had brought his big truck and had carted away the bed this morning after Jusef and Juanita had awakened. Theyd been kind enough to stay overnight with her.
Melanie stood by Juanitas side, then hugged her fiercely. Jusef came down the driveway and handed her the keys. The house was locked up and she couldnt look back.
Ive paid the utilities and taxes. Youre going to come by every two weeks to check on the place and make sure nobody bothers it, Melanie said to Juanita, looking at the ground.
Thats right, Mrs. Bishop, I mean, Melanie.
Heres my number if you need me. The alarm company has your number. If you want to quit, move, or whatever, please call me.
I wont quit. You paid me a years salary in advance. If he comes back, shall I call you?
No. Just tell him all the bills have been paid, and hes officially divorced.
Melanie climbed into her car, which had been backed down the driveway by Jusef moments ago. Hed turned the Volvo around and positioned it on the cul-de-sac so she wouldnt have to look at the house as she drove away.
You are sure? Juanita asked.
Stop, Nita, Jusef cajoled. She is ready.
Melanie took a deep breath, then stuck her left hand out the window, and they grasped it and blessed her. She let go first and drove away, tears blurring her eyes, listening to the recording as she drove, Im sorry the number you have reached is not in service or has been temporarily disconnected.
Chapter One
Rolland, youre doing great.
Rolland Jones didnt doubt for a minute that he was doing better than great. When hed first arrived at Ryder Rehabilitation and Spinal Center, he couldnt even sit up without help. Now he was in a mad race to the finish on his stationary bike against Horace, his physical therapist.
Horace perspired like crazy as if theyd been riding for hours, when theyd been on for only twenty-five minutes. Rolland couldnt help but laugh at the enthusiastic man who never seemed to have a bad day.
Okay, big Ro, Horace challenged. What is a biathalon? Forty-five seconds.
Rollands legs were longer but he stayed at a moderate pace as hed been taught. A biathalon is a cross-country skiing and shooting event.
Correct. Horace pumped his arms in the air cheering. He picked up his water bottle and used it as a pretend microphone. And now for the final two thousand points, and to be crowned the unofficial, unolympic winner of the miniature-size trophy of a chocolate candy bar with peanuts, you must answer this question correctly.
Rolland was already laughing. Give me the question.
Sir, dont rush the announcer. Who is the all-time highest scoring male basketball team of the U.S. Olympic Games? Sixty seconds. He started an offbeat drumroll that spun crazily throughout the workout room to the other patients and therapists.
Shelby, a physical therapist who occasionally worked with Horace, stopped by. Youre looking good, Rolland, she said, mischievously.
Rolland had no problem identifying Shelby because of her green eyes and red hair. One of the first things hed learned with his injury was how to associate people with their eye and hair color.
Shelby, dont cheat and help him, or when you need chocolate, Im not going to help you.
Shelbys mouth dropped open in mock hurt. Are you accusing me of impropriety? I thought Horace and I were friends, right, Rolland?
Thats right, Shelby. Im hurt for you.
Shake your head, Rolland, she told him, and he did.
Horace didnt buy it for one second. You two are full of hot rocks. Shelby, Horace stood pedaling fast, if you tell him, youre going to suffer. You know how you get. Youre gonna need some chocolate.
Rolland laughed. Give me a hint, Shelby. Come on, my friend. I know where he keeps the candy stashed.
She pretended to fall asleep, with her hands by her cheek. Im so tired. I cant wait to go home and have sweet
The Dream Team! Rolland shouted just as Horace hopped off the bike and ran after Shelby who sought refuge behind two large male nurses.
They grinned at Horace who was the most senior therapist because of his candidacy for his Ph.D. But he maintained a sense of humor about himself and made everyone laugh by jumping around, never quite reaching Shelby.
Horace went around the room, harassing other patients by doing a couple squats with Harold, and some legs lifts with Lavenia, and some arm curls with Maven, until their therapists shooed him away.
Rolland mopped his brow while Horace guzzled water. Four miles, man. I swear, I think youre trying to kill me.
Me? Horace shook his head. Ive lost fifteen pounds since you got here. My wife thinks Ive got another woman. I keep telling her its you. He chuckled. She cant believe Im losing weight because of a dude. Horace tried to look disgusted, but lost his frown to a smile. Youre not even my type.
And people think I have the brain injury, Rolland said, playfully shoving Horace as they headed for the weight room. Everyone applauded as they walked by.
Horace bowed on his way out. Second show, three oclock, he called.
Do you think I was in shape before the accident? Rolland asked him when Horace caught up in the state-of-the-art weight room. They passed the therapy tables where Rolland remembered spending many a day getting his knee back to working order.
Yes. You had good muscle tone when you got here two months ago. You spent a month in that hospital in Las Vegas and that was to heal the fractures and for reconstructive surgery of your knee. You had good muscle memory. That told me youd been athletic.
They passed a mirror and Rolland didnt stop and look at himself as he used to. Hed had work done on his face, too, but he was healed for all intent and purposes.
Most of the people here were in some form or another of reconstruction. Be it physical or mental. Fortunately, he was, physically whole. It was his brain that didnt know who he was.
Come on and show me what you got, Horace said, adjusting the weights to forty pounds for the chest press.
Rolland sat down, planted his feet and breathed through the first ten reps.
Good. You got ten more in you?
Rolland nodded. With this brain injury, do you ever remember your favorite color?
Possibly. Good, Horace praised. Even if you dont, you develop new taste. Its like, do you like green now? Is that important? Is your wife green? Does that matter?
Rolland laughed. Youre sick, you know that?
Horace shrugged. Yes, sir, I do, and I appreciate my gift. Youre meeting someone new today. Melanie Wysh. W-y-s-h. Wysh. Its not the conventional way youd spell wish.
No?
No. Thats w-i-s-h. A good sentence would be I wish I was taller than you. Youre an average-looking bloke at six-feet tall, and Im smashing looking at five-foot eight. Want to try ten more reps?
Yes. Rolland did eight and struggled through the last two. He was almost done at Ryder and this Melanie would have a lot to say about his next steps in his life.
Horace handed him ten-pound weights. Are you comfortable with the weights?
Yes. Is Melanie already here? Rolland asked the same questions each time he was introduced to someone new, but Horace never got tired of them.
Yes, she is.
Have I seen her before?
Occasionally. Shes a tiny woman. About five-four. She wears dresses all the time. Brown-skinned. Nice lady.
Is she black?
Yes, shes a black lady.
Okay. Rolland closed his eyes and tried to picture her, as his brain flipped through the women hed met at the facility. He still couldnt place her, but the frustration he used to feel from not remembering someone didnt come today. What else do you know about her? Is her hair short like Purdys?
Nobodys hair is like Purdys, and you dont want it to be with that permanent hairnet she wears.
Rolland laughed and pumped the weights. I dont think Ive met Melanie. Has she seen me?
No. She hasnt seen your crazy-looking self.
Rolland took the ribbing in stride. Im a lot better than I was. I dont know what I looked like before, but this isnt bad, right?
You are correct there, my friend. Do ten curls, slowly. Melanie arrived two months ago, but she had to go through training on how to do things the Ryder way, and then she took over cases for Barbara Greenspan who went out early on maternity leave.
The lady with the cats. Rolland chuckled. Im glad shes gone.
Horace held his curled arm for a second, then guided it down. You scared of cats?
I dont know, am I? She had like fifteen cat calendars, cat mugs, cat hats and cat chair covers. Her office is enough to scare anybody.
Horace laughed and Rolland kept pumping iron, alternating arms. She had a cat clock that chased a mouse. Do they screen people before they hire them here? Rolland put the weights on his leg and watched Horace lie on the floor and laugh. Get up. Youre making me look bad.
Youll like Melanie, Horace told him. Shes really good. Shell help you return to society with hardly any glitches.
Not if she has cats, she wont.
Now listen, in all seriousness.
Rolland stopped moving. This was their code phrase when to listen closely. Youre almost done here. Physically, youve passed every test. The four-mile ride, and then you shook your head when Shelby was talking to you. Coordination, balance, stamina. You did it.
Rolland leaned back and smiled. Really? Well Ill be he frowned. Ill be what, Horace?
A son of a gun.
Thats right. Ill be a son of a gun. Why arent we celebrating with some of that bad chocolate cake Purdy cooks in the lunch room?
You have high-class taste buds, too, but dont say that too loud. I like Purdys food. Horace looked around as if Purdy had spies. He crouched down in front of Rolland. The truth is that physically youre healed. You might have a little difficulty with balance, but otherwise youre okay. And youve got your cane, if you need it.
I dont need it.
Okay, Horace said, putting his hands out, knowing how Rolland felt about it. We didnt know Barbara was going out early on maternity leave, or wed have already started you with someone on the last phase of your treatment.
Im not mad about that, Horace.
I know the cat thing. Melanie is taking you on as a favor to Barbara. You have to get past Melanie Wysh before you can go into the world. You may never remember your old life, but you can start a new one. Shes the gatekeeper.
Melanie has the key, right? Rolland said slowly.
Thats right. Your memory is getting better every day. Youre remembering all the new things youve been taught. I feel as if my child is growing up and going off into the world.
Ill miss this place.
You can always come back to visit, but once youre gone youre going to be fine. I promise. Besides, youll always know where to find me. Lets finish up and get some cake.
Rolland did ten triceps presses and stretched. The other therapists watched him and he realized theyd been charting his progress all along. These people had become his friends to replace the ones he didnt know if he had.
Horace, Im going to shower and change. I want to meet Melanie today. Lets get this last phase started.
The door to the gym opened and Horace looked around him. I guess youre going to get your wish sooner than later. Theres Melanie now.
Dude, Im sweaty. Rolland threw the towel over his face and mopped himself dry.
She wont care. Shes down-to-earth people, like me. Melanie, Horace called. You might as well meet your new client. Melanie Wysh, this is my pal, Rolland.
Rolland pulled the towel off his head and shoved it under his arm before extending his hand. Im sorry for my current state. Im Rolland.
Her eyes were the color of rust, her skin warm-looking like honey-baked bread. Shed been smiling as she walked, her hair bouncing in frivolous curls. Then she gasped twice and her hand flew to her cheek.
Her lips lost their smile, and she licked her teeth showing just a hint of pink tongue.
Is everything all right?
She nodded in a jerky manner.
Her hand fluttered in mid-air and he took it, knowing it would be as soft as it was. Hed learned people would sometimes react oddly to him and he forgave her.
Im Melanie Wysh, she said. And your name again? She reclaimed her hand and put it behind her back. Her hair was red. He loved red hair.
I dont know. Three months ago it became Rolland Jones.
Chapter Two
The colored letters on the side of Rollands case file seemed to follow her as she walked barefoot through her cottage home. Melanie carried the glass of wine to the living room sectional and sat down, folding her legs beneath her.
Plumping the pillows, she leaned back and felt her back relax, yet the tension in her body remained until she reached for the file that had dominated her mind. She used her fingernail and opened it.
John Doe aka Rolland Jones had been in a car accident in Las Vegas, Nevada, June 16, a little over three months ago.
His injury list was extensive. Broken nose and eye socket. Dislocated jaw. His front six top and bottom teeth had been knocked out. Sustained lacerations to his upper body, arms and hands. The injury list to his knee was gruesome and she winced, and then read, Traumatic Brain Injury. Hed been pulled from a car that had burned, but he had been spared injury from the fire.
After lying in a coma for twenty days, hed been brought to the Ryder Rehabilitation and Spinal Center in Kentucky for complete rehabilitation.
His physical recovery had been nothing short of miraculous, except for the resulting symptoms from TBI. He knew how to write alphabetical letters and words, but he couldnt write numbers anymore. He reversed things, his shoes occasionally, words, which hand to shake with. He had image memories of his past, but not of the past six years. Sometimes things had to be defined for him. He didnt know his name, his age, but he thought hed been married. He confused right and left and didnt have a mental edit button. Whatever he thought came right out of his mouth. He still suffered with balance problems and he sometimes got lost.
Melanie raked her hands through her new short haircut and stared at the auburn strand that came away between her fingers. Why had she dyed her hair this color?
Because it was different and shed wanted a fresh new look to go with her new life.
She did a few deep breathing exercises. How could she help Rolland Jones?
She jotted down the standard treatment plan, but given his physical advancement, decided maybe Mr. Jones might like to do some of his therapy outdoors.
He was handsome. Gorgeous, really and she wondered why she hadnt spotted him before. Shed heard his name mentioned several times, but had never known who the women in the break room had been talking about.
She tried to put Rolland to words and realized there werent enough. He was the mmmph women talked about with a shake of their heads and an open-mouth laugh. He was the reason for the raised eyebrows and the twisted lip at the laundry center. He was the double sigh, neck roll, wrist flick, teeth suck, hip switch, six feet of mocha-mocha, hot, scarred, but still fine black man.
She rubbed her aching heart with her thumb, telling herself love was not in her cards. She was here to help make others whole so they could go into the world and become productive.
Her time had decidedly passed.
Sipping her wine, she closed her eyes and listened to the water and the sounds of the children playing around the man-made lake outside.
It was September, typically hot in Georgia this time of year, but Kentucky boasted moderate temperatures with low humidity, and she was glad shed chosen this place to relocate.
The vacationing families had left after the holiday, and everyone who had stayed had already gotten acquainted.
Shed been welcomed, and while grateful for the warm reception, Melanie liked that her neighbors respected her desire for privacy. After her initial refusal to be set up with everyones brothers, they left her dating life alone.
She leaned back on her pillows, the file on her chest, watching the sun fade behind the Appalachian Mountains.
How could she give Rolland Jones reasonable hope that hed be all right in the world without any help? Most TBI patients had family to aid their recovery in the outside world. Having TBI wasnt easy. It wasnt like he was ever going to wake up and not have the debilitating condition.
His brain would not be restored to its former state, but she could help make his life reasonably comfortable. Her job was to make sure he had the skills, but not to give him false hope. Shed teach him how to live within his limits.
Resting her eyes, Melanie listened to the distant strains of Michael Bubl singing Me and Mrs. Jones on the stereo and dozed.
Melanie stood behind her desk, then on the side, then sat in the visitors chair, then went back behind her desk.
Where was Mr. Jones? He was thirty minutes late.
Walking to the door she peered out and then decided she wasnt going to search for him, but get some other work done. She had other clients to see besides him.
Melanie sat down, then got up to adjust her fan to blow right on her, because her office got too much morning sun. She held her arms out so she wouldnt perspire all over her summer sweater as she reviewed two client charts. Making notes, she reached for her diet soda.
Soda isnt good for you.
His voice made her feel as if a hundred hands were bathing her with warm oil.
Youre late. I expected you at ten.
He looked at her, then down at the card in his hand. Large hands, capable hands turned the card over and she wondered what else they could do.
She pulled her gaze away.
Melanie, Im sorry. I can reschedule. His sincerity made her feel guilty for being so blunt.
Oh. Okay, she said taken aback. Her husband had never apologized for anything. Of course not. Ill see you.
I get times wrong sometimes, but this says eleven oclock. I cant read numbers anymore. Although that may say ten oclock. It looks like it says eleven. He walked inside the office and came around her desk, the card extended. You can see for yourself, I wouldnt lie to you.
The last few months, shed uncovered so many untruths that Deion had told, shed stopped believing in anything. She had to remind herself that they werent the same people.
I didnt mean to imply that youd lied, Rolland. She tried to rise just as he leaned down to show her the card.
Their heads connected and the card fell to the floor.
Ow!
Oh, he said, backing up, a smile as big as sunshine on his face.
Are you okay? she asked, up and out of her chair in an instant. Im sorry. Is there a bump? Can you see me? Are you having any trouble?
Melanie? His voice moved boulders in her.
Yes?
My foot hurts.
She looked down and realized she was standing on tiptoe on his toes. Oh my goodness, Im going to kill you. No! Thats a figure of speech. Im so sorry. I didnt mean that.
He laughed now, sidestepping his foot from beneath hers. I think Id better sit down.
Of course. Come over here to the couch. Ill get some ice.
Its just a head butt. You didnt hit me with a Crown Victoria. Now that needed some ice.
Melanie hurried across the hall to the break room and was back in a few seconds with an ice pack.
Rolland had sat on the couch with his head back. A knot the size of a pea had formed on his forehead close to his hairline.
A Crown Vic hit you? Who drives those these days? Melanie studied the knot, trying to decide how to apply the pack that was now freezing her fingers.
Old people. Well, in my case their granddaughter who wanted to sneak out on the town. Theyre paying for my care and offered a healthy settlement, which I accepted.
Im glad youre being taken care of.
He touched her wrist. You sound like you really mean that.
Of course I mean it. Everyone here wants the best for you.
Melanie?
Yes, she said, holding the pack by her fingertips.
I think we might need to cover that with something or when you take it off, you might peel off my new skin.
Mortified, Melanie stepped away. She was standing between his legs. Looking down into his eyes, all she wanted to do was cup his face and ask him where had he been all her life?
She knew the thought was irrational and shed have a serious talk with herself tonight over sushi. But for right now, she was not going to cause him further harm.
Rolland, Im a very capable rehabilitation specialist. I didnt mean to hurt you, but Ive clearly started on the wrong foot. Im going to get a towel, apply this pack and then call someone to check out your head.
Thats not necessary, Melanie. Ive had worse injuries playing football.
Melanie hurried to her desk and opened her lunch bag. So you remember playing football?
Yes, when I was a kid. I remember running with the ball and laughing. But not my name, the team and all that. A cloth napkin, he asked, once she wrapped the pack and put it on his head.
They make me feel special. Melanie tried not to look down at him.
I feel pretty special for you letting me use it, he said.
And you should, she tried to joke. I dont usually do wound treatment. But considering I caused this bit of trouble, Im obliged to help you.
Thanks, he said smiling.
So what do you hope to learn, Rolland?
How to cook. Add numbers.
Like nine plus seven?
Thats going to take me a few minutes. Write numbers. I recognize its a number, but I cant write it for anything.
The alphabet. Melanie listened as he recited the whole thing without stumbling. Backwards.
Youre kidding.
She smiled, surprised at herself. Yes, I am. What else can you identify that you want to learn?
I want to find out about my old life. Was I married? Did I have a family? Where are they? Did they look for me? I want to learn how to drive. I love cars.
Well, she said. Some of those things are on my list, too. Learning how to use numbers so you can dial a phone and cook are very important.
Do you use lists a lot? he asked, gazing up at her.
It occurred to Melanie that she didnt have to stand over him and hold the ice pack. Yes, for everything. It helps you stay on task and helps me track your progress. You dont like lists? Here, hold this.
She guided his hand up to hold the ice pack and went back to her desk and sat. Feeling silly for leaving him on the couch alone, she took her pad and the contract she had every client sign.
Lists are fine, but you have to keep them in the right, whats the word?
Perspective? she offered.
Right. Everything has a right perspective. So lets get started. Am I going to learn how to cook first or drive?
She laughed. No, but I was thinking, the most important thing for you is to always know your way home, right?
I dont know that Ill ever find my home, Melanie.
Her heart pounded. Youyou will, Rolland, and you know, Ive found, a home is wherever you make it. But first things first. Im giving you a contract and by tomorrow I want you to read it and sign it. If you dont understand something, just ask me and Ill explain it to you.
Ive got homework already, Melanie Wysh.
Thats right. Now, heres a compass. Lets go get lost and find our way back. I just need to do one thing.
She went behind her desk and changed her pumps to sandals.
Coming back to his side he looked down at her. Youre short.
Thanks, Rolland, that was honest.
Was I supposed to lie?
She saw the confused look on his face. Bless his heart, he really didnt know social rules. No, youre not supposed to lie, but youre not supposed to say everything you think, either.
He towered above her by more than half a foot.
What are you thinking? she asked.
I get what youre saying. Shelby perspires like a man and some of the guys joke about it in the locker room. Im not going to tell her.
Melanie laughed. Good example. Dont ever tell her. Now lets go?
Rolland stepped outside and Melanie closed her door behind them. She pushed her sunglasses in place before joining Rolland and heading out into the sunny and breezy day.
I love the color of your hair. He let his palm touch the spikes and smiled down at her.
Thank you, Rolland. Now, you know north, south, east, west, right?
He stopped at the intersecting sidewalk and shook his head. The cafeteria is blue. The dorms are brick red. The gym roof is orange and rehab center is white. The administration offices are beige. If north isnt a color, you have to tell me where it is.
Even though she had on her sunglasses, Melanie had to lean backward to use her hand to shade her eyes because Rolland was so tall. Okay, this is a compass. North faces the sun. Anywhere in the world. North always faces the sun. She showed him the compass in her hand and looked at his, but they werent reading the same.
Hold on a second. She took his and shook it. Yours is broken.
You trying to get me lost already?
No, she said, banging on the instrument. She stopped hitting it. Rolland, dont follow my bad example. Hitting something never makes it work.
He laughed. If you say so. Well just have to use yours.
Okay, she said, more softly than she intended. Clearing her throat, she held her compass out and the needle pointed north. Were facing north. Behind us is south. To our left is west and to our right is east. Okay, lets walk west. Which way is west, Rolland?
Right, he said and stepped on her foot.
No, she yelled too late.
Oh. Sorry. I didnt mean that. Okay, lets try it again. West is left and were going left, he sang and walked to his right.
Melanie screamed when he stepped on her foot the second time.
Rolland jumped, and she slammed her hand over her mouth.
Neither of them moved.
Other people around them stopped and Melanie waved them away. She was going to recover.
You scared me, he said.
You hurt me.
I didnt mean to.
I know, Rolland. Im sorry for scaring you. She reached out but didnt touch him. Lets try tomorrow. Ive got an idea of how we can get this perfect tomorrow, okay?
Okay, he said, not looking at her.
Im fine, Rolland, really.
Dont lie to me, Melanie. If you lie, I cant trust you.
Im not lying. I promise.
Yes, you are. Your toes are bleeding, he said, and walked away.
She saw that they were and wished she could take back the words.
Chapter Three
Rolland sat outside his dorm, sunset streaking the sky in blues and mauve. He looked at the book in his hand to verify the color he was witnessing. Yes, it was mauve. Left of pink and right of rose, it was beautiful and calming. He leaned his head back and let the breeze dust his neck in coolness before he sat back up and looked straight at Melanie Wysh.
Melanie.
I owe you an apology, Rolland. May I sit down?
He moved over on the swing and made room for her. Do you like to swing? he asked, pushing it with his foot.
I do. I havent in a long time, she told him. I have something to say.
Then you have to swing for a few minutes. Youll enjoy it. Put your head back like this.
Rolland pulled Melanies head back just as a happy breeze floated by.
They sat this way for a few minutes and it gave him time to study Melanie undisturbed. She was a tiny woman, no more than a hundred and fifteen pounds, and if she was five three, he was being generous. Her hair was short, freshly cut with auburn/reddish highlights that looked cute with her eye color.
She was a pretty woman, a classy woman, someone he wished had known him long ago. She had kissable lips like the women on TV, but Melanie was real. She was someone he could see himself coming home to and having dinner with.
Why did you come see me? he asked her.
She seemed embarrassed to have been caught relaxing. She straightened her spine and folded her hands. I came to apologize for lying to you earlier. I did it because I didnt want to hurt your feelings
Rolland let her drift off, his mouth pursed. I didnt cut you off, he said, laughing.
I know you didnt, she jumped in, hurriedly, then laughed. I just mean to say that it was easier to say I wasnt hurt so that we could get to the greater goal of you learning which way west is.
He gazed at her out of the corner of his eye. Okay.
Do you understand anything Ive just said?
Yes. So its better to lie than to tell you youve confused the hell out of me.
Melanie crossed her legs and touched his arm and it felt like fire had been set to his limb. Rolland liked the heat and didnt want it to stop. For the past three months hed been cut, sewn, stapled, massaged, twisted and rehabilitated by so many people that he thought he was immune to the human touch, until now. He moved his arm closer so she would touch him again.
I dont want you to lie to me. If Ive confused you, then tell me. What I mean to say is that Im sorry for lying to you. It wont happen again.
She drew her hand back.
So what happens when you dont want to tell me something?
I just wont answer you.
Thats not fair, Melanie. Thats the only way I get information.
He could tell she was considering what hed just said.
As your therapist I have to keep some things confidential, so Ill just tell you its confidential and youll have to respect that.
Thats fair. He opened the book hed been reading and pointed to the sky. Melanie, have you ever seen mauve? Its a cool color.
She leaned over to look at his book, and he caught a whiff of her perfume. Yes, its cool, she said.
You have to look at the sky, he told her.
Oh. She sat back embarrassed.
You dont have to be embarrassed. I know cool has two meanings.
Youre a mess.
He looked down at his clothes, then at her and she started laughing until her meaning dawned on him. Oh, youre funny. Mess has two meanings. I can see therapy will be fun with you.
What do you do when you get upset? she asked him as they watched people walk the large campus.
I try to figure out what went wrong, he said, crossing his legs. I never get angry with people. I get disappointed. I mean, what can anyone do to make me angry? Theyre trying to help me. If they dont give me cake? Sometimes thats not so bad.
She smiled and his stomach fluttered.
This is all I know. So I dont get angry. I get frustrated. I want to leave the campus and come back like real people do. I feel like youre all having more fun than I am.
What kind of fun?
Driving.
She laughed. Driving is important, but I wouldnt say its fun.
You have your arm out the window, your sunglasses on. You wave to people, blow your horn. Youre going somewhere. Its fun.
Youve seen me driving?
Yes, Ive seen everyone driving. Even Purdy and shes not a good driver. Shes hit everybodys car.
Melanies mouth fell open. No way.
Does that mean am I lying? Im not. Ive seen her. Horace and I have seen her hit cars in the parking lot.
Melanie cracked up and looked around. Did Horace tell you not to tell people?
He considered her question for a moment. Maybe he did.
She patted his arm. Lets talk about something else. May I ask you something?
My life as far as I remember it is an open book.
Okay, she said, and he liked the way she squeezed her lips together. Why dont you have a sock on your left foot?
He stretched his long leg out and flexed his foot.
Melanie, we were having a hard time earlier with west. Im not sure if it was me, but lets just say it was. I decided that to spare your foot anymore damage, I wouldnt wear a sock on this foot as long as your toes are healing. No sock will remind me that left is west. He stood up. Left is west, he said and turned left.
Melanie applauded. If left is west, which way is south?
Rolland stopped and closed his eyes. Other patients and their family members walking by on their way to the dorm watched Rolland.
Melanie gave them the sign to be quiet.
If youre facing north and west is left of north, then south is left of west? Rolland pivoted to the left and looked at Melanie expectantly.
Yes! Rolland, that was great. Shed gotten off the swing and hurried over to him. Which way is east?
Left, he said confidently.
And she gritted her teeth and jumped before he could catch her toes.
Well work on it, she told him. You did great.
Almost perfect. Horace would say I got too cocky trying to impress you.
Impress me? Why? Her smile faded a little.
Youre my new therapist and who wouldnt want to impress the person who holds their future in the center of their hands?
In the palm of my hands.
He took her hand and drew a circle in the center. Right, and thats a lot of responsibility to place right there. Besides, youre beautiful and when I see you, I get a fluttering feeling in my stomach.
Oh, Rolland. She drew her hand back and her smile disappeared.
Its not like when they gave me the medicine that made me throw up, Melanie. Now you look ill.
No. She reached for him and her hand stopped midair. Then she touched him anyway. Im not ill. Its justwell. Do you understand about relationships? Man and woman relationships?
I wasnt born yesterday. I didnt forget everything. I see how these women look at me. Im scared ofem.
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 cats 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 cats meow.
Okay, dont you say that again.
Why?
Men dont say that about themselves.
What do they say?
Nothing.
Women say theyre hot, cute, sexy, and men cant say anything?
Melanie looked lost. The sidewalk lights flickered on and he could fully see her face. Im not a guy. I dont know what they say.
But its not the cats
Dont 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 Ive never been attracted to anyone. Not a doctor, nurse, aide, therapist or driver, and I think that covers just about everyoneuntil I met you. Youre 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, thats fair. Youve 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 cant like me in a romantic way. We have to maintain a professional distance. But I cant 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. Theres a company that sets them off every Monday even though the big shots at Ryder get angry.
Melanie finally looked at him and she wasnt angry anymore. Why do they get angry?
Because they feel as if its 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.
Its kind of special. If you watch long enough you can tell what theyre practicing for. Fourth of July, New Years. Sometimes people even have them for weddings.
The words Happy Birthda glittered into the sky and everyone laughed because the Y was missing.
Ive 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 weve talked, Im going to head home.
She stood up and people started making catcalls at her until she ducked down onto the ground. Its a tough crowd, he told her. This is entertainment, but you get to drive.
Melanie laughed and took out a small notepad. Ill make a note in your chart that you want to learn how to drive.
And I want to be your friend.
Rolland
Melanie, Ive 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 thats not true.
No, it isnt. He shouldnt tell you that.
Hes just kidding. If he didnt get me to laugh, hed have a crying man on his hands and that wouldnt 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 didnt know where to look, she offered, her gaze on the ground. When she looked at him her eyes seemed to be filled with tears.
Dont spend any tears on me.
Okay.
My prints came back negative. My wallet and briefcase burned in the fire. Thats why Im Rolland Jones. I got this flutter in my stomach for you, but Ive had a busted face and knee that hurt and a whole lot of really painful injuries. I need friends. Ill get over this flutter like Ive gotten over everything else. Be my friend, Melanie.
Okay, Rolland. Lets be friends.
He stuck out his hand and she shook it and by damn if his whole body didnt tingle.
Chapter Four
Melanie, not feeling well?
She passed two of her colleagues on the way into the building and reached for the door. Im fine, thanks.
All right, then.
She saw the curious glances but ignored them. So what if she was dressed a little differently? She had to make a point.
Walking into her office, she stowed her briefcase under her desk and sat down. She had just a few minutes to get a cup of coffee before Rolland arrived for his session. Shed spent the greater part of the evening thinking of how to discourage any further advancement of his crush, but the truth of the matter was that when shed shaken his hand last night, something had happened.
It was as if a fizzler had been placed beneath her skin and ignited because shed spent the rest of the evening massaging her arm to rid it of the stimulation.
How had that happened?
She had to remember he was her patient. Blowing out a disgusted breath, she grabbed her cup and went to the break room where she met more curious stares. Two therapists finished their coffee and walked out and she was left alone with the one woman she liked the least.
Why are you dressed like you belong on the prairie?
The departments administrative assistant Cali loved to attract attention and she did it by wearing as little as possible. She walked over to the coffeemaker, stuck her cup in front of Melanies and brewed a cup of cappuccino.
Thank you for noticing my pretty dress. I like it, too, Melanie said.
She handed Cali her cup and the younger woman smiled sweetly. Dont try to use that reverse psychology on me. Im too smart for that. Thats an ugly dress and you know it. If you dont, you do now. And good luck at the patient softball picnic in that awful thing.
The younger woman was almost out the door. Cali, dont mistake my kindness for weakness. If you value your job, youll remember your position and youll remember mine, too.
All pretense was gone, replaced by a look of hate on Calis face. You think you can come in here and just replace my best friend. Well, Im going to do everything I can to make sure you dont last in your position.
Im glad I know where you stand.
Dont get comfortable. With a twist of her blond head, she walked out, her hip bumping the door, making it hit the wall. For all her theatrics, she nearly ran into Rolland who was oblivious to her drama.
Hey, Cali.
Oh, hi.
He stuck his head in the break room. Its ten oclock and I believe we have a date with a compass.
Melanie emptied her cup into the sink and rinsed it as she took several deep cleansing breaths. Youre right we do.
You do know its going to be ninety degrees today. He eyed her dress skeptically.
Melanie sighed, having not taken that into consideration when looking at clothes to completely cover her body. I can handle it.
All right. But you look like you belong on that TV show.
Little House on the Prairie? she asked, getting her sunglasses out of her desk and heading toward the door.
No. What Not to Wear.
Thats not funny at all, Rolland.
Rolland laughed aloud as they kept walking through the woods, birds flapping overhead, disturbed at his apparent glee. Hed made another joke about how old-fashioned her dress was.
Im sorry, Melanie.
How could she stay mad at him when he looked so handsome and so contrite at the same time? He was cool in his khaki shorts and blue golf shirt.
Do you accept my apology?
Shed folded her arms and had stopped walking, but she smacked his outstretched hand. Of course I do. I never hold a grudge. Come on. Where are we?
I dont know.
Rolland, you cant say you dont know. Look at your compass.
Melanie, I dont know where you got these compasses from, possibly the same place you got your dress, but it says south.
Despite herself, she giggled and pretended to punch him in the arm. She pulled the collar away from her throat and wouldnt admit the dress was a bad choice. Or that the lace was scratching her neck so bad she thought she was about to be beheaded. Or that she wished she had worn shorts like Rolland. And that his legs looked good, despite the neatly sewn scars.
It had been her idea to take the trail into the woods, get lost and find their way out. They were still on Ryder property, but she wanted him to find his way back to the campus.
Stop cracking on my dress. I happen to like it. A friend gave it to me.
You should give it back.
Whats wrong with it?
Its not you. Youre short, so why buy a short woman a long dress unless you dont know anything about women.
What do you know about them?
He stopped in the middle of the path, put his hands on his hips and struck the pose of the Greek God Zeus. Ive made love to beautiful women, Melanie. Youre a beautiful woman and whoever gave you that dress wasnt thinking of you as a woman.
Her throat closed and she had to open her mouth and take a deep breath. How do you believe they were thinking of me?
As an object.
A squirrel rustled the leaves and branches behind her and she jumped.
Rolland took her hand and urged her on. You have a nice figure. Why cover it up?
I have a professional job and I have to dress a certain way.
Youre not Cali. Youre not making a statement with your clothes, but you will be if you start wearing that to work all the time. Its like a blanket.
Who are you? she murmured, then shook her head, hearing herself. Let me see that compass. The object of the compass is to let it do its job. It will locate the sun. Where is the center? Do you remember?
North, northwest.
Okay, then we want to figure out where we are. She paused and fanned herself. Its supposed to be fall. Where are the cool temperatures?
You do listen to the weather, dont you?
Of course.
Then you know were having an Indian summer.
She hadnt known that. Study the compass, Rolland.
He shrugged. Okay.
There was a bridge ahead that crossed a small creek. Do you like to cook?
Yeah.
When was the last time you cooked some food?
Uh, I dont know. But if I could cook something today, Id make sirloin steak, grilled asparagus, fresh baked apple pie over a bed of rice and red wine.
That sounds delicious. Are you sure youd put the pie over the rice?
Yeah, definitely. Do you like asparagus?
Sometimes. Do you?
I dont know. Ive never had them.
Rolland, where did you get the menu if youve never had the food?
TV. When I was recuperating I watched all those chef shows where the head chef would yell at the other chefs.
Thats terrible. She headed across the bridge and liked the sound of the brook beneath.
You become sadistic when your bones take six weeks to heal. I got crazy for a whileId yell, burn the chef. I didnt say I was a nice person, Melanie.
She couldnt stop herself from laughing. Youre right, you didnt. I suppose I cant hold it against you given your state.
He spun around and walked backward and she watched him. I have another great menu. The delight in his eyes was captivating.
Okay, tell me.
Id make veal amandine.
What side dishes?
Vanilla ice cream, sweet potatoes and corn.
Youre just trying to make me laugh and its not going to work.
If you bake the corn with the sweet potatoes, its really good. Somebody needs to watch more TV.
Im sorry. I shouldnt have teased you. Ive never had it. Is it really good?
I dont know. Im just messing with you.
Rolland, youre a mess.
He looked down at his shirt again.
Not really. Come on. Lets look at these flowers. Do you know what a rose smells like?
A rose.
Okay, smarty-pants, but what does it smell like?
A plant.
You know theres a difference between flowers and plants. She walked him over to a bush and pulled one down. She smelled it and offered it to him.
I like watching you, Melanie. You look like youre enjoying it.
Now you try.
He smelled the flower and then took his time working the pink blossom from the branch.
What does it smell like?
Fresh air.
Think about it. Does it smell sweet or fruity?
I cant tell.
Try again, Rolland. And this time, really focus.
Should I smell the flower just like you?
Yes. Now focus.
He closed his eyes and inhaled. His chest rose and his Adams apple moved up and down as if he were eating something. Slowly his eyes opened and when their gazes met, there was sunlight in his eyes.
What does it smell like?
It smells sweet.
Rolland, that was very good.
They walked on and she chose daffodils and hydrangeas, petunias and more roses, until Rolland found a tree and sat down underneath its shade.
Can you spread out your blanket so we can rest? He pointed at her dress.
Okay, Ive heard enough about the dress. It will never see the light of day again.
Good. And Im getting a headache from smelling all your flowers. He sat down with his back against the trunk. Although he always had a smile on his face, he looked tired, more tired than shed ever seen him. She wanted to stroke the back of his neck and rub his shoulders, but that wouldnt have been appropriate. That didnt stop her from soothing him.
Im sorry. I didnt mean to overload your senses. We can head back. She fanned him with her hand and gauged the distance back to the dorm.
Melanie?
Yes?
Kneeling beside him, she put her hand on his forehead and saw the marks on her finger from the absent ring. The reminders of her past life. How about if I call for a ride for you? They can have a golf cart over here in ten minutes.
Rolland held her until she was still. Besides liking that youre blocking the sun, I would really like to kiss you.
His lips greeted hers in a kiss that defined perfection in its simplicity. There was a knowing about the way his mouth moved over hers, an assuredness in how his head tilted and hers dropped to the side and back to accept his mouth and tongue that made her realize this wouldnt be the last time. That thought brought reality screeching back.
She planted both her hands against his chest and moved herself away.
Melanie?
Wait. I need a minute. All of her senses began to work again and she heard birds caw. Squirrels hustled about their business, and a deer ran past heading east.
Rolland got closer and even though she didnt want to, she had to stop him.
Rolland, I could lose my job. You cant do that again. I have to think about the ethical implications of kissing you. Youre a patient at this center and I could be held responsible for anything that happens to you.
I kissed you. Im responsible for my actions.
But Rolland, I kissed you back. Therefore Im responsible, too.
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An unforgettable manMelanie wasnt one to wallow in heartbreak. So when her husband served her with divorce papers, she took a new job far away. And met a new man her therapy client Rolland. After a car accident, Rolland required extensive reconstructive surgery and it had left him with no memory.It was up to Melanie to rebuild this brave, beautiful mans mind. And soon Rolland was rebuilding her heart. She knew falling for a client was forbidden. Yet Rolland was the second chance she was looking for in ways that would shock her to her very soul
Kneeling beside him, she put her hand on his forehead and saw the mark on her finger from the absent ring. The reminders of her past life.
Rolland held her until she was still. Besides liking that youre blocking the sun, I would really like to kiss you.
His lips greeted hers in a kiss that defined perfection in its simplicity. There was a knowing about the way his mouth moved over hers, an assuredness in how his head tilted, and hers dropped to the side and back to accept his mouth and tongue, that made her know this wouldnt be the last time. That thought brought reality screeching back.
She planted both her hands against his chest and moved herself away.
Melanie?
Wait. I need a minute. All of her senses began to work again and she heard birds caw. Squirrels hustled about their business and a deer ran past heading east.
Rolland got closer and though she didnt want to, she had to stop him.
About the Author
CARMEN GREEN was born in Buffalo, NY, and had plans to study law before becoming a published author. While raising her three children, she wrote her first book on legal pads and transcribed it onto a computer on weekends before selling it in 1993. Since that time she has sold more than thirty novels and novellas, and is proud that one of her books was made into a TV movie in 2001, Commitments, in which she had a cameo role.
In addition to writing full-time, Carmen is now a mum of four, and lives in the Southeast of America. You can contact Carmen at www.carmengreen.blogspot.com or carmengreen1201@yahoo.com.
Dear Reader,
This is my inaugural book for Mills & Boon Cherish, so I thought I should introduce myself. I am Carmen Green and Ive been a writer since the mid-nineties. I love writing funny, offbeat novels, but I have a serious side too, so youll never really know what to expect. I love learning, flowers, family, friends and food. I never go on loops, but I dont mind talking to people, doing interviews or appearing at conferences. I love travelling and experiencing new things. I have great friends in this business and those that know me well know that Im funny, straightforward and honest.
This book is quite special to me. Traumatic Brain Injury is a very serious condition, and for those that suffer from this condition and their families it is often life-altering. My prayers and thoughts go out to all of those who continue the battle to improve their lives and the lives of those affected by TBI. I try to reply to all of my readers. My e-mail address is carmengreen1201@gmail.com, and my website is www.authorcarmengreen.com.
I look forward to hearing from all of you.
Peace and blessings,
Carmen Green
The Husband
She Couldnt
Forget
Carmen Green
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
This book is dedicated to the US Military, and to Lori Bryant Woolridge and Nina Foxx, two of the women along with myself who founded the Femme Fantastik Tour. Its been a humbling experience travelling to bases and speaking to the soldiers and their families. I became interested in the subject of Traumatic Brain Injury because of an injury to a soldier, and I have a healthy respect for all that they and their families must endure on the path to recovery. Im very proud of our soldiers, and I hope to see you all again soon.
Prologue
Melanie stood on the top step of her Atlanta, Georgia, home and wondered how any woman in her right mind could be wearing stockings in this kind of June heat. The tall black woman whod just rung her doorbell smelled faintly of cigarettes and looked as if she needed one bad.
An odd expression crossed her face, and Melanie looked at her own left hand and jerked it behind her back, embarrassed. She was still holding the Not Pregnant test stick from the pregnancy test shed just taken, and her flush of disappointment sizzled into nothingness under the bright noon sun.
Im sorry, I just heard the door a second ago, Melanie said, pocketing the apparatus.
Mrs. Melanie Bishop?
Yes, thats me.
Regret passed over the womans face before she tapped Melanies arm with a large manila envelope. Youve been served.
Hubert, Boyle and Stein. Divorce attorneys. Shed heard whispers about them in the ladies locker room at the country club her husband had insisted they join. They were the best. Or the worst. Depending on which side of the table you were on.
Her smile felt parched and false.
The woman took the winding steps down to the sidewalk in a hurry but sensing no threat, slowed down as she walked to her old grayish-looking Civic and got in. The car rumbled to life, but she didnt pull off.
Melanie stared at the envelope, knowing, but not wanting to know, why Deion was having her served.
The massive front door was blue. Deion wasnt fond of blue, but he hadnt said he hated blue. She couldve changed it. Wouldve, had she known.
Maybe they shouldnt have compromised on the Porsche hed wanted, and should have gotten it instead of the Lexus SUV.
But where would he put the baby when they had one?
That had been her argument.
Maybe hed gotten tired of her arguments for everything.
Maybe Deion hated
Melanie?
Yes? she said, looking around, unsure of who was calling her. It was the process server.
The woman had leaned over the passenger seat and was looking out the window. You got a mama? she called up to her.
She died seven years ago. What an odd question coming from a stranger.
A sister or best friend?
A friend. Him. Only him.
Go in your house and call her right now. Okay?
Okay. Melanie turned the knob and put her shoulders into pushing the heavy door open. Thank you.
Youre welcome.
Inside the house, her sneakers made hush, hush sounds on the nearly black hardwood floors and not for the first time, she felt as if the cool silence was mocking her. Shed only agreed to this house because shed thought theyd fill it with children. But theyd been trying for five years and she didnt need telepathy to tell her that the papers in her hand were her expiration notice.
Dial Deions cell phone, she said aloud to the voice-activated system that controlled everything in the house.
She walked to their bedroom to Deions closet and didnt notice more than the usual amount of clothes gone.
Deion was in New York at a conference for portfolio managers. She could hear his cell ringing, then roll over to voice mail. She sat on the end of their bed.
This is Deion Bishop. Im making deals happen, and if youre ready, Ill make them happen for you. Leave your name and number. His voice was still sexy after seven years of being together. She hadnt tired of it. Would never.
Honey, we need to talk, she said, injecting a smile into her voice. There has to be some way we can make this work. We can talk about anything. Please call me here at home. I love you. Goodbye. End call.
Two weeks after she was served, Melanie slid her maids paycheck through the crack in the front door, but wouldnt open it all the way. I dont need you this week, Juanita. Im just not feeling well and I dont want you to catch my germs.
Mrs. Bishop, I clean two times a week, every week for five years. Mr. Bishop says so. He doesnt like his bathroom with any dirt. Im coming in.
No! Melanie swallowed her tears. Mr. Bishop isnt here right now, so theres no need to worry about his bathroom. Here, Ill pay you for the entire month. Ill call you when I need you. Thank you, Juanita.
Mrs. Bishop, you okay?
Im fine, she said, closing out the concerned-looking woman. Goodbye. Ill call you. Really. Bye, now.
Mrs. Bishop.
Melanie closed the door and walked back to her bedroom. Call Deion at work, she commanded, relieved when she saw Juanitas car slowly leave the cul-de-sac.
Good morning, MJM Portfolio Management.
This is Melanie Bishop. May I speak to Rod Burke?
Just a moment, please.
At least this time she didnt get the baffled silence from the receptionist.
Melanie, its Rod. I heard that youve been calling.
I have, Rod. Deion isnt home from a trip he left from two weeks ago. Im worried. He hasnt answered his cell and Im not sure where exactly he is. Shed been weeping so long, her throat was raw. She cleared it, knowing she sounded like a desperate housewife. Where is he?
Melanie, Deion quit working here two weeks ago.
What? Shock and panic and a desperate sense that everything was coming to a close enveloped her. He loved his job and if he quit there, he had much bigger plans.
Deion walked in one day, said he had an opportunity he couldnt pass up and handed in his resignation. I wasnt happy at all, but I couldnt stop him.
When was this?
Exactly two weeks ago today.
Rod, do you still hold his license?
No, I gave it to him. We severed all ties, and he left. Funny thing, though, I thought he was going to try to undercut me and take his top clients, then Id have recourse to sue him, but he hasnt touched them.
Melanie knew better than to say Deion wouldnt cheat Rod, but thats how Rod had gotten his startby avoiding his former firms client list.
Nothing at all, Rod?
Not a peep. Mel, I wish I could help, but Ive got a meeting. I dont know any more than Ive told you.
Sorry to bother you.
No bother. Bye, he said and hung up.
Melanie listened to the dial tone. All communication between her and Rod was probably over forever.
The tears poured from her as she walked from room to room, opening doors, letting her pain fill each space. Open-mouthed she cried out her sorrow in the nursery that would never know the rhapsody of her childrens glee. The guest room that had never experienced the joy of a guest, and the master bedroom that had lost its master and mistress.
Tripping on her slippers, she tumbled down the step in the den and lay there, wishing her pain would end. Why hadnt he just told her face-to-face it was over?
How could he break her heart this way?
A hand touched her shoulder and she jumped.
Mrs. Bishop, why are you crying?
Juanita? Youre back.
Yes, maam. I was worried about you. Come on, get up. I was afraid. This is my husband, Jusef.
They helped her off the floor and to the sofa. Juanita dispatched her husband to the kitchen for a towel and glass of water. Whats wrong?
He left me and I dont know why. Just served me with divorce papers weeks ago and hes gone.
Juanita rubbed Melanies back and closed her eyes. Let me pray for you.
Softly in Spanish she prayed for Melanie as Jusef stood in the doorway and waited. When his wife was done, he brought the water. May I see the papers? Im in law school.
You are? Juanita, I didnt know.
Shame filled Melanie because shed never gotten to know the woman who cleaned her house and had indulged her and Deions nonsensical wishes. Im so sorry.
No. I came here to do my job not to talk, talk, talk. I do enough of that at home. Im helping Jusef through law school and then he will help me through culinary arts school. We will do well together.
There was love in this family, Melanie saw, and respect. She wished shed been able to have that with Deion.
Melanie finished the water and felt better.
Jusef, the papers are on the dining room table. Theyre clear-cut and he even signed them. Im leaving. I was just walking around thinking about all the dreams that were lost, and I guess I got overwhelmed. This morning I accepted a job in Kentucky.
Are you sure you wont give him a little more time? Juanita asked, her own eyes sympathetic.
Melanie wiped her tears and accepted Juanitas hug. No. I talked to his boss and he said Deion quit his job. Ive called everyone and nobodys seen him. Nobody knows anything and if they do, nobodys saying. He doesnt want me to find him. Its time to face reality that hes gone for good.
Jusef returned, reading the papers. You can take what you want. Do you want to contest this?
No. Hes being more than generous.
He may have more assets.
No, Im not going to fight over anything. I put some things in the car and I shipped my gardening tools and seasonal clothing yesterday.
Juanita looked around. You didnt take anything.
I did. Some papers and other smaller things I wanted. I kept the personal things he gave me, but overall I want to make a fresh start. I have money, so Ill buy whatever I need once I get there. Do you need anything, Juanita?
No, maam. We are just fine.
Juanita, we need a bed. Our bed is twenty-five years old and we are only thirty. Why are you saying no? Jusef said. You didnt learn anything from church on Sunday.
Melanie smiled for the first time in days. Jusef, Ive got just the bed for you.
The next morning, Melanie felt the tears building, but kept them at bay. She swept up the last of the trash and pulled the garbage can to the curb, waited as the garbage man dumped it, then dragged it back to the garage where she hosed it down. She washed her hands, then walked back down the driveway.
Mrs. Bishop, you sure you want me to take all of this?
Yes, please enjoy everything.
Melanie looked at Juanitas overloaded Chevy Trail-blazer. Shed filled the SUV with all the items a new couple would need to start a home. Jusefs brother had brought his big truck and had carted away the bed this morning after Jusef and Juanita had awakened. Theyd been kind enough to stay overnight with her.
Melanie stood by Juanitas side, then hugged her fiercely. Jusef came down the driveway and handed her the keys. The house was locked up and she couldnt look back.
Ive paid the utilities and taxes. Youre going to come by every two weeks to check on the place and make sure nobody bothers it, Melanie said to Juanita, looking at the ground.
Thats right, Mrs. Bishop, I mean, Melanie.
Heres my number if you need me. The alarm company has your number. If you want to quit, move, or whatever, please call me.
I wont quit. You paid me a years salary in advance. If he comes back, shall I call you?
No. Just tell him all the bills have been paid, and hes officially divorced.
Melanie climbed into her car, which had been backed down the driveway by Jusef moments ago. Hed turned the Volvo around and positioned it on the cul-de-sac so she wouldnt have to look at the house as she drove away.
You are sure? Juanita asked.
Stop, Nita, Jusef cajoled. She is ready.
Melanie took a deep breath, then stuck her left hand out the window, and they grasped it and blessed her. She let go first and drove away, tears blurring her eyes, listening to the recording as she drove, Im sorry the number you have reached is not in service or has been temporarily disconnected.
Chapter One
Rolland, youre doing great.
Rolland Jones didnt doubt for a minute that he was doing better than great. When hed first arrived at Ryder Rehabilitation and Spinal Center, he couldnt even sit up without help. Now he was in a mad race to the finish on his stationary bike against Horace, his physical therapist.
Horace perspired like crazy as if theyd been riding for hours, when theyd been on for only twenty-five minutes. Rolland couldnt help but laugh at the enthusiastic man who never seemed to have a bad day.
Okay, big Ro, Horace challenged. What is a biathalon? Forty-five seconds.
Rollands legs were longer but he stayed at a moderate pace as hed been taught. A biathalon is a cross-country skiing and shooting event.
Correct. Horace pumped his arms in the air cheering. He picked up his water bottle and used it as a pretend microphone. And now for the final two thousand points, and to be crowned the unofficial, unolympic winner of the miniature-size trophy of a chocolate candy bar with peanuts, you must answer this question correctly.
Rolland was already laughing. Give me the question.
Sir, dont rush the announcer. Who is the all-time highest scoring male basketball team of the U.S. Olympic Games? Sixty seconds. He started an offbeat drumroll that spun crazily throughout the workout room to the other patients and therapists.
Shelby, a physical therapist who occasionally worked with Horace, stopped by. Youre looking good, Rolland, she said, mischievously.
Rolland had no problem identifying Shelby because of her green eyes and red hair. One of the first things hed learned with his injury was how to associate people with their eye and hair color.
Shelby, dont cheat and help him, or when you need chocolate, Im not going to help you.
Shelbys mouth dropped open in mock hurt. Are you accusing me of impropriety? I thought Horace and I were friends, right, Rolland?
Thats right, Shelby. Im hurt for you.
Shake your head, Rolland, she told him, and he did.
Horace didnt buy it for one second. You two are full of hot rocks. Shelby, Horace stood pedaling fast, if you tell him, youre going to suffer. You know how you get. Youre gonna need some chocolate.
Rolland laughed. Give me a hint, Shelby. Come on, my friend. I know where he keeps the candy stashed.
She pretended to fall asleep, with her hands by her cheek. Im so tired. I cant wait to go home and have sweet
The Dream Team! Rolland shouted just as Horace hopped off the bike and ran after Shelby who sought refuge behind two large male nurses.
They grinned at Horace who was the most senior therapist because of his candidacy for his Ph.D. But he maintained a sense of humor about himself and made everyone laugh by jumping around, never quite reaching Shelby.
Horace went around the room, harassing other patients by doing a couple squats with Harold, and some legs lifts with Lavenia, and some arm curls with Maven, until their therapists shooed him away.
Rolland mopped his brow while Horace guzzled water. Four miles, man. I swear, I think youre trying to kill me.
Me? Horace shook his head. Ive lost fifteen pounds since you got here. My wife thinks Ive got another woman. I keep telling her its you. He chuckled. She cant believe Im losing weight because of a dude. Horace tried to look disgusted, but lost his frown to a smile. Youre not even my type.
And people think I have the brain injury, Rolland said, playfully shoving Horace as they headed for the weight room. Everyone applauded as they walked by.
Horace bowed on his way out. Second show, three oclock, he called.
Do you think I was in shape before the accident? Rolland asked him when Horace caught up in the state-of-the-art weight room. They passed the therapy tables where Rolland remembered spending many a day getting his knee back to working order.
Yes. You had good muscle tone when you got here two months ago. You spent a month in that hospital in Las Vegas and that was to heal the fractures and for reconstructive surgery of your knee. You had good muscle memory. That told me youd been athletic.
They passed a mirror and Rolland didnt stop and look at himself as he used to. Hed had work done on his face, too, but he was healed for all intent and purposes.
Most of the people here were in some form or another of reconstruction. Be it physical or mental. Fortunately, he was, physically whole. It was his brain that didnt know who he was.
Come on and show me what you got, Horace said, adjusting the weights to forty pounds for the chest press.
Rolland sat down, planted his feet and breathed through the first ten reps.
Good. You got ten more in you?
Rolland nodded. With this brain injury, do you ever remember your favorite color?
Possibly. Good, Horace praised. Even if you dont, you develop new taste. Its like, do you like green now? Is that important? Is your wife green? Does that matter?
Rolland laughed. Youre sick, you know that?
Horace shrugged. Yes, sir, I do, and I appreciate my gift. Youre meeting someone new today. Melanie Wysh. W-y-s-h. Wysh. Its not the conventional way youd spell wish.
No?
No. Thats w-i-s-h. A good sentence would be I wish I was taller than you. Youre an average-looking bloke at six-feet tall, and Im smashing looking at five-foot eight. Want to try ten more reps?
Yes. Rolland did eight and struggled through the last two. He was almost done at Ryder and this Melanie would have a lot to say about his next steps in his life.
Horace handed him ten-pound weights. Are you comfortable with the weights?
Yes. Is Melanie already here? Rolland asked the same questions each time he was introduced to someone new, but Horace never got tired of them.
Yes, she is.
Have I seen her before?
Occasionally. Shes a tiny woman. About five-four. She wears dresses all the time. Brown-skinned. Nice lady.
Is she black?
Yes, shes a black lady.
Okay. Rolland closed his eyes and tried to picture her, as his brain flipped through the women hed met at the facility. He still couldnt place her, but the frustration he used to feel from not remembering someone didnt come today. What else do you know about her? Is her hair short like Purdys?
Nobodys hair is like Purdys, and you dont want it to be with that permanent hairnet she wears.
Rolland laughed and pumped the weights. I dont think Ive met Melanie. Has she seen me?
No. She hasnt seen your crazy-looking self.
Rolland took the ribbing in stride. Im a lot better than I was. I dont know what I looked like before, but this isnt bad, right?
You are correct there, my friend. Do ten curls, slowly. Melanie arrived two months ago, but she had to go through training on how to do things the Ryder way, and then she took over cases for Barbara Greenspan who went out early on maternity leave.
The lady with the cats. Rolland chuckled. Im glad shes gone.
Horace held his curled arm for a second, then guided it down. You scared of cats?
I dont know, am I? She had like fifteen cat calendars, cat mugs, cat hats and cat chair covers. Her office is enough to scare anybody.
Horace laughed and Rolland kept pumping iron, alternating arms. She had a cat clock that chased a mouse. Do they screen people before they hire them here? Rolland put the weights on his leg and watched Horace lie on the floor and laugh. Get up. Youre making me look bad.
Youll like Melanie, Horace told him. Shes really good. Shell help you return to society with hardly any glitches.
Not if she has cats, she wont.
Now listen, in all seriousness.
Rolland stopped moving. This was their code phrase when to listen closely. Youre almost done here. Physically, youve passed every test. The four-mile ride, and then you shook your head when Shelby was talking to you. Coordination, balance, stamina. You did it.
Rolland leaned back and smiled. Really? Well Ill be he frowned. Ill be what, Horace?
A son of a gun.
Thats right. Ill be a son of a gun. Why arent we celebrating with some of that bad chocolate cake Purdy cooks in the lunch room?
You have high-class taste buds, too, but dont say that too loud. I like Purdys food. Horace looked around as if Purdy had spies. He crouched down in front of Rolland. The truth is that physically youre healed. You might have a little difficulty with balance, but otherwise youre okay. And youve got your cane, if you need it.
I dont need it.
Okay, Horace said, putting his hands out, knowing how Rolland felt about it. We didnt know Barbara was going out early on maternity leave, or wed have already started you with someone on the last phase of your treatment.
Im not mad about that, Horace.
I know the cat thing. Melanie is taking you on as a favor to Barbara. You have to get past Melanie Wysh before you can go into the world. You may never remember your old life, but you can start a new one. Shes the gatekeeper.
Melanie has the key, right? Rolland said slowly.
Thats right. Your memory is getting better every day. Youre remembering all the new things youve been taught. I feel as if my child is growing up and going off into the world.
Ill miss this place.
You can always come back to visit, but once youre gone youre going to be fine. I promise. Besides, youll always know where to find me. Lets finish up and get some cake.
Rolland did ten triceps presses and stretched. The other therapists watched him and he realized theyd been charting his progress all along. These people had become his friends to replace the ones he didnt know if he had.
Horace, Im going to shower and change. I want to meet Melanie today. Lets get this last phase started.
The door to the gym opened and Horace looked around him. I guess youre going to get your wish sooner than later. Theres Melanie now.
Dude, Im sweaty. Rolland threw the towel over his face and mopped himself dry.
She wont care. Shes down-to-earth people, like me. Melanie, Horace called. You might as well meet your new client. Melanie Wysh, this is my pal, Rolland.
Rolland pulled the towel off his head and shoved it under his arm before extending his hand. Im sorry for my current state. Im Rolland.
Her eyes were the color of rust, her skin warm-looking like honey-baked bread. Shed been smiling as she walked, her hair bouncing in frivolous curls. Then she gasped twice and her hand flew to her cheek.
Her lips lost their smile, and she licked her teeth showing just a hint of pink tongue.
Is everything all right?
She nodded in a jerky manner.
Her hand fluttered in mid-air and he took it, knowing it would be as soft as it was. Hed learned people would sometimes react oddly to him and he forgave her.
Im Melanie Wysh, she said. And your name again? She reclaimed her hand and put it behind her back. Her hair was red. He loved red hair.
I dont know. Three months ago it became Rolland Jones.
Chapter Two
The colored letters on the side of Rollands case file seemed to follow her as she walked barefoot through her cottage home. Melanie carried the glass of wine to the living room sectional and sat down, folding her legs beneath her.
Plumping the pillows, she leaned back and felt her back relax, yet the tension in her body remained until she reached for the file that had dominated her mind. She used her fingernail and opened it.
John Doe aka Rolland Jones had been in a car accident in Las Vegas, Nevada, June 16, a little over three months ago.
His injury list was extensive. Broken nose and eye socket. Dislocated jaw. His front six top and bottom teeth had been knocked out. Sustained lacerations to his upper body, arms and hands. The injury list to his knee was gruesome and she winced, and then read, Traumatic Brain Injury. Hed been pulled from a car that had burned, but he had been spared injury from the fire.
After lying in a coma for twenty days, hed been brought to the Ryder Rehabilitation and Spinal Center in Kentucky for complete rehabilitation.
His physical recovery had been nothing short of miraculous, except for the resulting symptoms from TBI. He knew how to write alphabetical letters and words, but he couldnt write numbers anymore. He reversed things, his shoes occasionally, words, which hand to shake with. He had image memories of his past, but not of the past six years. Sometimes things had to be defined for him. He didnt know his name, his age, but he thought hed been married. He confused right and left and didnt have a mental edit button. Whatever he thought came right out of his mouth. He still suffered with balance problems and he sometimes got lost.
Melanie raked her hands through her new short haircut and stared at the auburn strand that came away between her fingers. Why had she dyed her hair this color?
Because it was different and shed wanted a fresh new look to go with her new life.
She did a few deep breathing exercises. How could she help Rolland Jones?
She jotted down the standard treatment plan, but given his physical advancement, decided maybe Mr. Jones might like to do some of his therapy outdoors.
He was handsome. Gorgeous, really and she wondered why she hadnt spotted him before. Shed heard his name mentioned several times, but had never known who the women in the break room had been talking about.
She tried to put Rolland to words and realized there werent enough. He was the mmmph women talked about with a shake of their heads and an open-mouth laugh. He was the reason for the raised eyebrows and the twisted lip at the laundry center. He was the double sigh, neck roll, wrist flick, teeth suck, hip switch, six feet of mocha-mocha, hot, scarred, but still fine black man.
She rubbed her aching heart with her thumb, telling herself love was not in her cards. She was here to help make others whole so they could go into the world and become productive.
Her time had decidedly passed.
Sipping her wine, she closed her eyes and listened to the water and the sounds of the children playing around the man-made lake outside.
It was September, typically hot in Georgia this time of year, but Kentucky boasted moderate temperatures with low humidity, and she was glad shed chosen this place to relocate.
The vacationing families had left after the holiday, and everyone who had stayed had already gotten acquainted.
Shed been welcomed, and while grateful for the warm reception, Melanie liked that her neighbors respected her desire for privacy. After her initial refusal to be set up with everyones brothers, they left her dating life alone.
She leaned back on her pillows, the file on her chest, watching the sun fade behind the Appalachian Mountains.
How could she give Rolland Jones reasonable hope that hed be all right in the world without any help? Most TBI patients had family to aid their recovery in the outside world. Having TBI wasnt easy. It wasnt like he was ever going to wake up and not have the debilitating condition.
His brain would not be restored to its former state, but she could help make his life reasonably comfortable. Her job was to make sure he had the skills, but not to give him false hope. Shed teach him how to live within his limits.
Resting her eyes, Melanie listened to the distant strains of Michael Bubl singing Me and Mrs. Jones on the stereo and dozed.
Melanie stood behind her desk, then on the side, then sat in the visitors chair, then went back behind her desk.
Where was Mr. Jones? He was thirty minutes late.
Walking to the door she peered out and then decided she wasnt going to search for him, but get some other work done. She had other clients to see besides him.
Melanie sat down, then got up to adjust her fan to blow right on her, because her office got too much morning sun. She held her arms out so she wouldnt perspire all over her summer sweater as she reviewed two client charts. Making notes, she reached for her diet soda.
Soda isnt good for you.
His voice made her feel as if a hundred hands were bathing her with warm oil.
Youre late. I expected you at ten.
He looked at her, then down at the card in his hand. Large hands, capable hands turned the card over and she wondered what else they could do.
She pulled her gaze away.
Melanie, Im sorry. I can reschedule. His sincerity made her feel guilty for being so blunt.
Oh. Okay, she said taken aback. Her husband had never apologized for anything. Of course not. Ill see you.
I get times wrong sometimes, but this says eleven oclock. I cant read numbers anymore. Although that may say ten oclock. It looks like it says eleven. He walked inside the office and came around her desk, the card extended. You can see for yourself, I wouldnt lie to you.
The last few months, shed uncovered so many untruths that Deion had told, shed stopped believing in anything. She had to remind herself that they werent the same people.
I didnt mean to imply that youd lied, Rolland. She tried to rise just as he leaned down to show her the card.
Their heads connected and the card fell to the floor.
Ow!
Oh, he said, backing up, a smile as big as sunshine on his face.
Are you okay? she asked, up and out of her chair in an instant. Im sorry. Is there a bump? Can you see me? Are you having any trouble?
Melanie? His voice moved boulders in her.
Yes?
My foot hurts.
She looked down and realized she was standing on tiptoe on his toes. Oh my goodness, Im going to kill you. No! Thats a figure of speech. Im so sorry. I didnt mean that.
He laughed now, sidestepping his foot from beneath hers. I think Id better sit down.
Of course. Come over here to the couch. Ill get some ice.
Its just a head butt. You didnt hit me with a Crown Victoria. Now that needed some ice.
Melanie hurried across the hall to the break room and was back in a few seconds with an ice pack.
Rolland had sat on the couch with his head back. A knot the size of a pea had formed on his forehead close to his hairline.
A Crown Vic hit you? Who drives those these days? Melanie studied the knot, trying to decide how to apply the pack that was now freezing her fingers.
Old people. Well, in my case their granddaughter who wanted to sneak out on the town. Theyre paying for my care and offered a healthy settlement, which I accepted.
Im glad youre being taken care of.
He touched her wrist. You sound like you really mean that.
Of course I mean it. Everyone here wants the best for you.
Melanie?
Yes, she said, holding the pack by her fingertips.
I think we might need to cover that with something or when you take it off, you might peel off my new skin.
Mortified, Melanie stepped away. She was standing between his legs. Looking down into his eyes, all she wanted to do was cup his face and ask him where had he been all her life?
She knew the thought was irrational and shed have a serious talk with herself tonight over sushi. But for right now, she was not going to cause him further harm.
Rolland, Im a very capable rehabilitation specialist. I didnt mean to hurt you, but Ive clearly started on the wrong foot. Im going to get a towel, apply this pack and then call someone to check out your head.
Thats not necessary, Melanie. Ive had worse injuries playing football.
Melanie hurried to her desk and opened her lunch bag. So you remember playing football?
Yes, when I was a kid. I remember running with the ball and laughing. But not my name, the team and all that. A cloth napkin, he asked, once she wrapped the pack and put it on his head.
They make me feel special. Melanie tried not to look down at him.
I feel pretty special for you letting me use it, he said.
And you should, she tried to joke. I dont usually do wound treatment. But considering I caused this bit of trouble, Im obliged to help you.
Thanks, he said smiling.
So what do you hope to learn, Rolland?
How to cook. Add numbers.
Like nine plus seven?
Thats going to take me a few minutes. Write numbers. I recognize its a number, but I cant write it for anything.
The alphabet. Melanie listened as he recited the whole thing without stumbling. Backwards.
Youre kidding.
She smiled, surprised at herself. Yes, I am. What else can you identify that you want to learn?
I want to find out about my old life. Was I married? Did I have a family? Where are they? Did they look for me? I want to learn how to drive. I love cars.
Well, she said. Some of those things are on my list, too. Learning how to use numbers so you can dial a phone and cook are very important.
Do you use lists a lot? he asked, gazing up at her.
It occurred to Melanie that she didnt have to stand over him and hold the ice pack. Yes, for everything. It helps you stay on task and helps me track your progress. You dont like lists? Here, hold this.
She guided his hand up to hold the ice pack and went back to her desk and sat. Feeling silly for leaving him on the couch alone, she took her pad and the contract she had every client sign.
Lists are fine, but you have to keep them in the right, whats the word?
Perspective? she offered.
Right. Everything has a right perspective. So lets get started. Am I going to learn how to cook first or drive?
She laughed. No, but I was thinking, the most important thing for you is to always know your way home, right?
I dont know that Ill ever find my home, Melanie.
Her heart pounded. Youyou will, Rolland, and you know, Ive found, a home is wherever you make it. But first things first. Im giving you a contract and by tomorrow I want you to read it and sign it. If you dont understand something, just ask me and Ill explain it to you.
Ive got homework already, Melanie Wysh.
Thats right. Now, heres a compass. Lets go get lost and find our way back. I just need to do one thing.
She went behind her desk and changed her pumps to sandals.
Coming back to his side he looked down at her. Youre short.
Thanks, Rolland, that was honest.
Was I supposed to lie?
She saw the confused look on his face. Bless his heart, he really didnt know social rules. No, youre not supposed to lie, but youre not supposed to say everything you think, either.
He towered above her by more than half a foot.
What are you thinking? she asked.
I get what youre saying. Shelby perspires like a man and some of the guys joke about it in the locker room. Im not going to tell her.
Melanie laughed. Good example. Dont ever tell her. Now lets go?
Rolland stepped outside and Melanie closed her door behind them. She pushed her sunglasses in place before joining Rolland and heading out into the sunny and breezy day.
I love the color of your hair. He let his palm touch the spikes and smiled down at her.
Thank you, Rolland. Now, you know north, south, east, west, right?
He stopped at the intersecting sidewalk and shook his head. The cafeteria is blue. The dorms are brick red. The gym roof is orange and rehab center is white. The administration offices are beige. If north isnt a color, you have to tell me where it is.
Even though she had on her sunglasses, Melanie had to lean backward to use her hand to shade her eyes because Rolland was so tall. Okay, this is a compass. North faces the sun. Anywhere in the world. North always faces the sun. She showed him the compass in her hand and looked at his, but they werent reading the same.
Hold on a second. She took his and shook it. Yours is broken.
You trying to get me lost already?
No, she said, banging on the instrument. She stopped hitting it. Rolland, dont follow my bad example. Hitting something never makes it work.
He laughed. If you say so. Well just have to use yours.
Okay, she said, more softly than she intended. Clearing her throat, she held her compass out and the needle pointed north. Were facing north. Behind us is south. To our left is west and to our right is east. Okay, lets walk west. Which way is west, Rolland?
Right, he said and stepped on her foot.
No, she yelled too late.
Oh. Sorry. I didnt mean that. Okay, lets try it again. West is left and were going left, he sang and walked to his right.
Melanie screamed when he stepped on her foot the second time.
Rolland jumped, and she slammed her hand over her mouth.
Neither of them moved.
Other people around them stopped and Melanie waved them away. She was going to recover.
You scared me, he said.
You hurt me.
I didnt mean to.
I know, Rolland. Im sorry for scaring you. She reached out but didnt touch him. Lets try tomorrow. Ive got an idea of how we can get this perfect tomorrow, okay?
Okay, he said, not looking at her.
Im fine, Rolland, really.
Dont lie to me, Melanie. If you lie, I cant trust you.
Im not lying. I promise.
Yes, you are. Your toes are bleeding, he said, and walked away.
She saw that they were and wished she could take back the words.
Chapter Three
Rolland sat outside his dorm, sunset streaking the sky in blues and mauve. He looked at the book in his hand to verify the color he was witnessing. Yes, it was mauve. Left of pink and right of rose, it was beautiful and calming. He leaned his head back and let the breeze dust his neck in coolness before he sat back up and looked straight at Melanie Wysh.
Melanie.
I owe you an apology, Rolland. May I sit down?
He moved over on the swing and made room for her. Do you like to swing? he asked, pushing it with his foot.
I do. I havent in a long time, she told him. I have something to say.
Then you have to swing for a few minutes. Youll enjoy it. Put your head back like this.
Rolland pulled Melanies head back just as a happy breeze floated by.
They sat this way for a few minutes and it gave him time to study Melanie undisturbed. She was a tiny woman, no more than a hundred and fifteen pounds, and if she was five three, he was being generous. Her hair was short, freshly cut with auburn/reddish highlights that looked cute with her eye color.
She was a pretty woman, a classy woman, someone he wished had known him long ago. She had kissable lips like the women on TV, but Melanie was real. She was someone he could see himself coming home to and having dinner with.
Why did you come see me? he asked her.
She seemed embarrassed to have been caught relaxing. She straightened her spine and folded her hands. I came to apologize for lying to you earlier. I did it because I didnt want to hurt your feelings
Rolland let her drift off, his mouth pursed. I didnt cut you off, he said, laughing.
I know you didnt, she jumped in, hurriedly, then laughed. I just mean to say that it was easier to say I wasnt hurt so that we could get to the greater goal of you learning which way west is.
He gazed at her out of the corner of his eye. Okay.
Do you understand anything Ive just said?
Yes. So its better to lie than to tell you youve confused the hell out of me.
Melanie crossed her legs and touched his arm and it felt like fire had been set to his limb. Rolland liked the heat and didnt want it to stop. For the past three months hed been cut, sewn, stapled, massaged, twisted and rehabilitated by so many people that he thought he was immune to the human touch, until now. He moved his arm closer so she would touch him again.
I dont want you to lie to me. If Ive confused you, then tell me. What I mean to say is that Im sorry for lying to you. It wont happen again.
She drew her hand back.
So what happens when you dont want to tell me something?
I just wont answer you.
Thats not fair, Melanie. Thats the only way I get information.
He could tell she was considering what hed just said.
As your therapist I have to keep some things confidential, so Ill just tell you its confidential and youll have to respect that.
Thats fair. He opened the book hed been reading and pointed to the sky. Melanie, have you ever seen mauve? Its a cool color.
She leaned over to look at his book, and he caught a whiff of her perfume. Yes, its cool, she said.
You have to look at the sky, he told her.
Oh. She sat back embarrassed.
You dont have to be embarrassed. I know cool has two meanings.
Youre a mess.
He looked down at his clothes, then at her and she started laughing until her meaning dawned on him. Oh, youre funny. Mess has two meanings. I can see therapy will be fun with you.
What do you do when you get upset? she asked him as they watched people walk the large campus.
I try to figure out what went wrong, he said, crossing his legs. I never get angry with people. I get disappointed. I mean, what can anyone do to make me angry? Theyre trying to help me. If they dont give me cake? Sometimes thats not so bad.
She smiled and his stomach fluttered.
This is all I know. So I dont get angry. I get frustrated. I want to leave the campus and come back like real people do. I feel like youre all having more fun than I am.
What kind of fun?
Driving.
She laughed. Driving is important, but I wouldnt say its fun.
You have your arm out the window, your sunglasses on. You wave to people, blow your horn. Youre going somewhere. Its fun.
Youve seen me driving?
Yes, Ive seen everyone driving. Even Purdy and shes not a good driver. Shes hit everybodys car.
Melanies mouth fell open. No way.
Does that mean am I lying? Im not. Ive seen her. Horace and I have seen her hit cars in the parking lot.
Melanie cracked up and looked around. Did Horace tell you not to tell people?
He considered her question for a moment. Maybe he did.
She patted his arm. Lets talk about something else. May I ask you something?
My life as far as I remember it is an open book.
Okay, she said, and he liked the way she squeezed her lips together. Why dont you have a sock on your left foot?
He stretched his long leg out and flexed his foot.
Melanie, we were having a hard time earlier with west. Im not sure if it was me, but lets just say it was. I decided that to spare your foot anymore damage, I wouldnt wear a sock on this foot as long as your toes are healing. No sock will remind me that left is west. He stood up. Left is west, he said and turned left.
Melanie applauded. If left is west, which way is south?
Rolland stopped and closed his eyes. Other patients and their family members walking by on their way to the dorm watched Rolland.
Melanie gave them the sign to be quiet.
If youre facing north and west is left of north, then south is left of west? Rolland pivoted to the left and looked at Melanie expectantly.
Yes! Rolland, that was great. Shed gotten off the swing and hurried over to him. Which way is east?
Left, he said confidently.
And she gritted her teeth and jumped before he could catch her toes.
Well work on it, she told him. You did great.
Almost perfect. Horace would say I got too cocky trying to impress you.
Impress me? Why? Her smile faded a little.
Youre my new therapist and who wouldnt want to impress the person who holds their future in the center of their hands?
In the palm of my hands.
He took her hand and drew a circle in the center. Right, and thats a lot of responsibility to place right there. Besides, youre beautiful and when I see you, I get a fluttering feeling in my stomach.
Oh, Rolland. She drew her hand back and her smile disappeared.
Its not like when they gave me the medicine that made me throw up, Melanie. Now you look ill.
No. She reached for him and her hand stopped midair. Then she touched him anyway. Im not ill. Its justwell. Do you understand about relationships? Man and woman relationships?
I wasnt born yesterday. I didnt forget everything. I see how these women look at me. Im scared ofem.
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 cats 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 cats meow.
Okay, dont you say that again.
Why?
Men dont say that about themselves.
What do they say?
Nothing.
Women say theyre hot, cute, sexy, and men cant say anything?
Melanie looked lost. The sidewalk lights flickered on and he could fully see her face. Im not a guy. I dont know what they say.
But its not the cats
Dont 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 Ive never been attracted to anyone. Not a doctor, nurse, aide, therapist or driver, and I think that covers just about everyoneuntil I met you. Youre 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, thats fair. Youve 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 cant like me in a romantic way. We have to maintain a professional distance. But I cant 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. Theres a company that sets them off every Monday even though the big shots at Ryder get angry.
Melanie finally looked at him and she wasnt angry anymore. Why do they get angry?
Because they feel as if its 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.
Its kind of special. If you watch long enough you can tell what theyre practicing for. Fourth of July, New Years. Sometimes people even have them for weddings.
The words Happy Birthda glittered into the sky and everyone laughed because the Y was missing.
Ive 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 weve talked, Im going to head home.
She stood up and people started making catcalls at her until she ducked down onto the ground. Its a tough crowd, he told her. This is entertainment, but you get to drive.
Melanie laughed and took out a small notepad. Ill make a note in your chart that you want to learn how to drive.
And I want to be your friend.
Rolland
Melanie, Ive 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 thats not true.
No, it isnt. He shouldnt tell you that.
Hes just kidding. If he didnt get me to laugh, hed have a crying man on his hands and that wouldnt 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 didnt know where to look, she offered, her gaze on the ground. When she looked at him her eyes seemed to be filled with tears.
Dont spend any tears on me.
Okay.
My prints came back negative. My wallet and briefcase burned in the fire. Thats why Im Rolland Jones. I got this flutter in my stomach for you, but Ive had a busted face and knee that hurt and a whole lot of really painful injuries. I need friends. Ill get over this flutter like Ive gotten over everything else. Be my friend, Melanie.
Okay, Rolland. Lets be friends.
He stuck out his hand and she shook it and by damn if his whole body didnt tingle.
Chapter Four
Melanie, not feeling well?
She passed two of her colleagues on the way into the building and reached for the door. Im fine, thanks.
All right, then.
She saw the curious glances but ignored them. So what if she was dressed a little differently? She had to make a point.
Walking into her office, she stowed her briefcase under her desk and sat down. She had just a few minutes to get a cup of coffee before Rolland arrived for his session. Shed spent the greater part of the evening thinking of how to discourage any further advancement of his crush, but the truth of the matter was that when shed shaken his hand last night, something had happened.
It was as if a fizzler had been placed beneath her skin and ignited because shed spent the rest of the evening massaging her arm to rid it of the stimulation.
How had that happened?
She had to remember he was her patient. Blowing out a disgusted breath, she grabbed her cup and went to the break room where she met more curious stares. Two therapists finished their coffee and walked out and she was left alone with the one woman she liked the least.
Why are you dressed like you belong on the prairie?
The departments administrative assistant Cali loved to attract attention and she did it by wearing as little as possible. She walked over to the coffeemaker, stuck her cup in front of Melanies and brewed a cup of cappuccino.
Thank you for noticing my pretty dress. I like it, too, Melanie said.
She handed Cali her cup and the younger woman smiled sweetly. Dont try to use that reverse psychology on me. Im too smart for that. Thats an ugly dress and you know it. If you dont, you do now. And good luck at the patient softball picnic in that awful thing.
The younger woman was almost out the door. Cali, dont mistake my kindness for weakness. If you value your job, youll remember your position and youll remember mine, too.
All pretense was gone, replaced by a look of hate on Calis face. You think you can come in here and just replace my best friend. Well, Im going to do everything I can to make sure you dont last in your position.
Im glad I know where you stand.
Dont get comfortable. With a twist of her blond head, she walked out, her hip bumping the door, making it hit the wall. For all her theatrics, she nearly ran into Rolland who was oblivious to her drama.
Hey, Cali.
Oh, hi.
He stuck his head in the break room. Its ten oclock and I believe we have a date with a compass.
Melanie emptied her cup into the sink and rinsed it as she took several deep cleansing breaths. Youre right we do.
You do know its going to be ninety degrees today. He eyed her dress skeptically.
Melanie sighed, having not taken that into consideration when looking at clothes to completely cover her body. I can handle it.
All right. But you look like you belong on that TV show.
Little House on the Prairie? she asked, getting her sunglasses out of her desk and heading toward the door.
No. What Not to Wear.
Thats not funny at all, Rolland.
Rolland laughed aloud as they kept walking through the woods, birds flapping overhead, disturbed at his apparent glee. Hed made another joke about how old-fashioned her dress was.
Im sorry, Melanie.
How could she stay mad at him when he looked so handsome and so contrite at the same time? He was cool in his khaki shorts and blue golf shirt.
Do you accept my apology?
Shed folded her arms and had stopped walking, but she smacked his outstretched hand. Of course I do. I never hold a grudge. Come on. Where are we?
I dont know.
Rolland, you cant say you dont know. Look at your compass.
Melanie, I dont know where you got these compasses from, possibly the same place you got your dress, but it says south.
Despite herself, she giggled and pretended to punch him in the arm. She pulled the collar away from her throat and wouldnt admit the dress was a bad choice. Or that the lace was scratching her neck so bad she thought she was about to be beheaded. Or that she wished she had worn shorts like Rolland. And that his legs looked good, despite the neatly sewn scars.
It had been her idea to take the trail into the woods, get lost and find their way out. They were still on Ryder property, but she wanted him to find his way back to the campus.
Stop cracking on my dress. I happen to like it. A friend gave it to me.
You should give it back.
Whats wrong with it?
Its not you. Youre short, so why buy a short woman a long dress unless you dont know anything about women.
What do you know about them?
He stopped in the middle of the path, put his hands on his hips and struck the pose of the Greek God Zeus. Ive made love to beautiful women, Melanie. Youre a beautiful woman and whoever gave you that dress wasnt thinking of you as a woman.
Her throat closed and she had to open her mouth and take a deep breath. How do you believe they were thinking of me?
As an object.
A squirrel rustled the leaves and branches behind her and she jumped.
Rolland took her hand and urged her on. You have a nice figure. Why cover it up?
I have a professional job and I have to dress a certain way.
Youre not Cali. Youre not making a statement with your clothes, but you will be if you start wearing that to work all the time. Its like a blanket.
Who are you? she murmured, then shook her head, hearing herself. Let me see that compass. The object of the compass is to let it do its job. It will locate the sun. Where is the center? Do you remember?
North, northwest.
Okay, then we want to figure out where we are. She paused and fanned herself. Its supposed to be fall. Where are the cool temperatures?
You do listen to the weather, dont you?
Of course.
Then you know were having an Indian summer.
She hadnt known that. Study the compass, Rolland.
He shrugged. Okay.
There was a bridge ahead that crossed a small creek. Do you like to cook?
Yeah.
When was the last time you cooked some food?
Uh, I dont know. But if I could cook something today, Id make sirloin steak, grilled asparagus, fresh baked apple pie over a bed of rice and red wine.
That sounds delicious. Are you sure youd put the pie over the rice?
Yeah, definitely. Do you like asparagus?
Sometimes. Do you?
I dont know. Ive never had them.
Rolland, where did you get the menu if youve never had the food?
TV. When I was recuperating I watched all those chef shows where the head chef would yell at the other chefs.
Thats terrible. She headed across the bridge and liked the sound of the brook beneath.
You become sadistic when your bones take six weeks to heal. I got crazy for a whileId yell, burn the chef. I didnt say I was a nice person, Melanie.
She couldnt stop herself from laughing. Youre right, you didnt. I suppose I cant hold it against you given your state.
He spun around and walked backward and she watched him. I have another great menu. The delight in his eyes was captivating.
Okay, tell me.
Id make veal amandine.
What side dishes?
Vanilla ice cream, sweet potatoes and corn.
Youre just trying to make me laugh and its not going to work.
If you bake the corn with the sweet potatoes, its really good. Somebody needs to watch more TV.
Im sorry. I shouldnt have teased you. Ive never had it. Is it really good?
I dont know. Im just messing with you.
Rolland, youre a mess.
He looked down at his shirt again.
Not really. Come on. Lets look at these flowers. Do you know what a rose smells like?
A rose.
Okay, smarty-pants, but what does it smell like?
A plant.
You know theres a difference between flowers and plants. She walked him over to a bush and pulled one down. She smelled it and offered it to him.
I like watching you, Melanie. You look like youre enjoying it.
Now you try.
He smelled the flower and then took his time working the pink blossom from the branch.
What does it smell like?
Fresh air.
Think about it. Does it smell sweet or fruity?
I cant tell.
Try again, Rolland. And this time, really focus.
Should I smell the flower just like you?
Yes. Now focus.
He closed his eyes and inhaled. His chest rose and his Adams apple moved up and down as if he were eating something. Slowly his eyes opened and when their gazes met, there was sunlight in his eyes.
What does it smell like?
It smells sweet.
Rolland, that was very good.
They walked on and she chose daffodils and hydrangeas, petunias and more roses, until Rolland found a tree and sat down underneath its shade.
Can you spread out your blanket so we can rest? He pointed at her dress.
Okay, Ive heard enough about the dress. It will never see the light of day again.
Good. And Im getting a headache from smelling all your flowers. He sat down with his back against the trunk. Although he always had a smile on his face, he looked tired, more tired than shed ever seen him. She wanted to stroke the back of his neck and rub his shoulders, but that wouldnt have been appropriate. That didnt stop her from soothing him.
Im sorry. I didnt mean to overload your senses. We can head back. She fanned him with her hand and gauged the distance back to the dorm.
Melanie?
Yes?
Kneeling beside him, she put her hand on his forehead and saw the marks on her finger from the absent ring. The reminders of her past life. How about if I call for a ride for you? They can have a golf cart over here in ten minutes.
Rolland held her until she was still. Besides liking that youre blocking the sun, I would really like to kiss you.
His lips greeted hers in a kiss that defined perfection in its simplicity. There was a knowing about the way his mouth moved over hers, an assuredness in how his head tilted and hers dropped to the side and back to accept his mouth and tongue that made her realize this wouldnt be the last time. That thought brought reality screeching back.
She planted both her hands against his chest and moved herself away.
Melanie?
Wait. I need a minute. All of her senses began to work again and she heard birds caw. Squirrels hustled about their business, and a deer ran past heading east.
Rolland got closer and even though she didnt want to, she had to stop him.
Rolland, I could lose my job. You cant do that again. I have to think about the ethical implications of kissing you. Youre a patient at this center and I could be held responsible for anything that happens to you.
I kissed you. Im responsible for my actions.
But Rolland, I kissed you back. Therefore Im responsible, too.
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Тип: электронная книга
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
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Издательство: HarperCollins
Дата публикации: 16.04.2024
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О книге: An unforgettable man…Melanie wasn’t one to wallow in heartbreak. So when her husband served her with divorce papers, she took a new job far away. And met a new man – her therapy client Rolland. After a car accident, Rolland required extensive reconstructive surgery and it had left him with no memory.It was up to Melanie to rebuild this brave, beautiful man’s mind. And soon Rolland was rebuilding her heart. She knew falling for a client was forbidden. Yet Rolland was the second chance she was looking for – in ways that would shock her to her very soul…