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"Sir, is everything alright? Does the lady have a problem?"
"No, I'm sorry. My wife had a bit of a rough time. We hope we didn't disturb anyone, but please send a complementary glass of wine to everyone who's dining and charge it to my credit card."
"Will do, sir. Let me know if there's anything I can do. Perhaps the lady would like a glass of water?"
The waiter didn't have the courage to look at me, probably expecting a crying mess, but James did, and I nodded in silence.
"Yes, lemon Perrier with ice for her, and please bring our main course; we are done with the appetizer."
The server turned and got lost in the background, leaving me with my husband who went back to his place across the table. The physical distance between us made me feel cold.
"I'm sorry for this, James."
"Please, please, Rita, stop saying you are sorry. You didn't do anything wrong. Not now, and for sure not when you hit your head. We will work through this."
"Ok. It's just... I keep expecting you to be mad and explode in my face. Your attitude seems too good to be true."
He frowned but didn’t comment on the subject, so I guessed I just had to trust that he wouldn’t lose his temper with me.
"Recovering your memory will be an exhausting process, and you'll get emotional; I can't lie to you about this."
"What kind of doctor did you say you are?"
"Neurosurgeon."
Fuck me, I knew how to pick 'em.
"Wow, so you'll be my doctor? Oh my God, do you think I need surgery?"
He let out a grave, sexy laugh and with the corner of my eye, I saw two other women noticing the delightful sound. I was under the impression I wasted a lot of energy keeping women away from him.
"No, beautiful, I highly doubt you are a surgical case, and I can't be your doctor. We are not allowed to treat close friends and family. But I have a friend here in Chicago that I would like to give you a consult, then we can move on to a memory coach and a therapist."
"A consult for what?"
"To rule out any physical damage. And so I can sleep well at night. I should tell you that I worry a lot, and I tend to be overprotective."
"Oh, really?"
"Mhm, how do you feel about that?"
"I know I don't like taking orders, but I also know that I like when you take care of me. You've been nothing but perfect since I woke up in Boston."
"Good, let's enjoy our meal now and talk more later. I don't want to throw too much at you."
We drank our wine and talked about another million small things. Deep down, I knew he was allowing me to discover him - us - all over again. I didn’t know what we had before, but this was the best date I could have ever imagined.
I was tipsy as fuck on our way back. We were both laughing at something he said, and I was holding onto his rock-hard body, tucked under his arm.
He called for the elevator and when we walked in, I slipped on my high heel. Lucky for me, James was there to stop my falling one more time and then we were wrapped in a hug.
"Take, care, love."
It was weird; he was a stranger, but he was not. For me this was the first time I had touched him, but I was never shy. And why should I hesitate to take what I wanted from the man who knew me better than anyone? I already trusted him once with my body and my heart, and I trusted Rita - full memory Rita - that she made all the good choices, so I went with her instincts. I couldn’t find the force, or the balance to get up on my tip toes, but I pulled him down, and before either of us could think twice, our lips met.
He became rigid in my arms, so I put them around his neck, and I thought that was when he registered what was going on. Next thing I knew, I was pushed into the elevator wall, and he was pressing on my body.
I opened my lips and bit his so he would allow me more access. My tongue touched his, and the effect was electrifying, and I could feel the energy sparking everywhere. My nipples were pushing through the satin of the dress, and every time I dragged myself on his chest, another shock wave hit me.
