CLAIMING HIS RUNAWAY BRIDE BY YVONNE LINDSAY SILHOUETTE DESIRE 1890
Her challenge rang hollowly across the room. Belinda intercepted a glance between her father and the manwho claimed to be her husband, saw the imperceptible nod her father gave.
she demanded, her hands fisting in the bedclothes.
“The accident that took your memory also caused me injury. I am fit to
return home now. With you.”
There was a great deal he wasn‟t saying, and what he left unsaid caused her more anxiety than the
he too had been hospitalised. She‟d been
treated with kid gloves by the medical staff and her parents since
regained consciousness, everyone prepared to give her medical answers but nothing else. Not even thedetails of the accident that had left her in a coma for four weeks.Throughout the past two weeks of tests and examinations, her doctors had tried to find the cause of her amnesia and had come to the
conclusion it was not a direct result of the blow to her head that she‟d
in a car accident. She‟d overheard the words “traumatic amnesia”
and “hysterical amnesia” being discussed in
low tones. The last had made her shudder. Did that make her crazy, she wondered, that she chose to forget apart of her life that for anyone should have been full of excitement, fun and passion? Or did she have goodreason to want to forget?She looked again at the stranger. The slightly less-than-perfect fit of his clothing now made sense if he hadbeen stuck in hospital. Had he been too incapacitated to see her? Did a lengthy stay in bed explain hisgauntness? She had no doubt that he was the type of man who paid attention to every detail, and that under normal circumstances his clothing would conform to his body as if tailor-made. Another thought skittered through her mind. Had they timed her release to coincide with his? Protest flaredinside.
She‟d been railroaded.
“No, I won‟t do it. I won‟t go home with you. I don‟t even know you!”
Her voice sounded shrill, panicked.
The stranger‟s e
yes narrowed, a muscle worked in the side of his jaw.
“I‟m Luc Tanner, you are Belinda Tanner—my wife. Of course you‟ll come
home with me.”He nodded in her father‟s direction.“Do you think your father would allow you out of his sight if I was a threat
to his precious child? Rest assured,
you know me well.”
There was an undercurrent in his tone she couldn‟t quite nail, but it was
enough to send a shiver down her spine. She shook her head slightly to rid herself of the sensation. What the stranger
Luc, she correctedherself
said made sense but a cautionary niggle played at the back of her mind.
“Why can‟t I go home with Dad? At least until my memory returns.”
She was grasping at straws, and she knew it.
“And if your memory never returns? Are we to
forever forget our marriage?
Our vows to each other?”
There was a thread of steel in his tone that sent a chill through her. It was a
good question. What if she didn‟t
get her lost months back? And why, when she could remember so much else, could she remember nothing of their courtship, their marriage?
The love they‟d supposedly shared.
A spear of something else shot through her body. Had they beenintimate? They must have been, even now her body warmed to his with a physical recognition her mindrefused to accept.He was a very attractive man despite
that air of aloofness he wore like a warrior‟s mantle. A flush of heat
suffused her cheeks as she studied his features
the slightly shadowed line between cheekbone and jaw