Page 92 of Rescuing Mary

“Three.”

“Damn.”

“What else do you remember?” Ghost asked.

“Most of it is a big jumble in my brain at the moment,” Truck admitted. “Flashes here and there that don’t make much sense, but I’m confident it’s just a matter of time before it all comes back.”

“Thank fuck,” Ghost said.

“Yeah. So…you guys were all pissed at me for marrying Mary, huh?”

“You remember that?”

“Not the being pissed part, but the marriage, yes.” It was a little lie. Truck didn’t actually remember the ceremony yet, and he’d had to find out about it from Mary’s journal, but that didn’t matter.

“That’s awesome. You call the doc yet?”

“No, but I will after lunch. I’m here at the bank with Mary. Ghost, I hope like hell you’re all really okay with my marriage to Mary, because I love her. I’m not giving her up. She’s going to be in my life for a really fucking long time, and you all need to be okay with that.”

“We’re more than okay with it,” Ghost reassured him immediately.

“Good.”

“She know you remember?” Ghost asked tentatively.

“No. But I’m gonna remedy that as soon as I can. I want to talk to the doctor first and hear what he says. Then I’ll have a chat with my wife tonight when she gets off work.”

“You do that,” Ghost said, and Truck could almost hear the grin in his tone. “Good to have you back, Truck.”

“Not all the way back yet,” Truck warned.

“But you will be.”

“Yeah. I understand Fletch wants to have a thing at his house this weekend?”

“Yup. He’s bringing Emily and their baby home on Thursday. Emily insisted on having a small get-together—her words—on Saturday so they could share what they named their son.”

“What’s wrong with a text?” Truck grumbled.

Ghost chuckled. “What Emily wants, Emily gets,” he quipped.

Truck could totally understand that. He’d give Mary the world if she asked. “Okay, I need to get inside. Mary only has thirty minutes for lunch. Oh, and she’s gonna need to find another job.”

“Why?”

“The bank is reorganizing. Getting rid of tellers and going to machines.”

“That’s stupid.”

“Agreed. Anyway, I’d appreciate it if you kept your ears open for something that she might be interested in.”

“Will do. Can I tell Rayne?”

Truck hesitated, then said, “Maybe not yet. I’m sure Mary will tell her, but I’d rather she not have something else to be pissed at me about.”

Ghost laughed. “She’s always pissed at you, Trucker, adding one more thing won’t matter.”

Truck snorted. “Ain’t that the truth. But she’s so fun to piss off. She doesn’t act like most women, she gets right in my face and tells me off. Weirdly enough, I like it.”