Remember Me? (35 page)

“I won’t,” I whisper and grab him. I don’t ever want to let him go again. Out of my arms. Out of my head.

When at last I resurface, three children are staring at me from the next-door steps.

“Ooh,” says one. “Sex-eee.”

I can’t help laughing, even though my eyes are shiny with tears.

“Yeah,” I agree, nodding at Jon. “Sexy.”

“Sexy.” He nods back at me, his hands spanning my waist; his thumbs gently caressing my hip bones like they belong there.

“Hey, Jon.” I clap my hand over my mouth as though in sudden inspiration. “Guess what? I suddenly remember something else.”

“What?” His face lights up. “What do you remember?”

“I remember going into your house…taking the phones off the hooks…and having the best sex of my life for twenty-four hours solid,” I say seriously. “I even remember the exact date.”

“Really?” Jon smiles, but looks a bit puzzled. “When?”

“October 16, 2007. At about…” I consult my watch. “Four fifty-seven p.m.”

“Aaah.”
Jon’s face clicks in understanding. “Of course. Yes, I remember that too. It was a pretty awesome time, wasn’t it?” He runs a finger down my back and I feel a delicious shiver of anticipation. “Only I think it was forty-eight hours solid. Not twenty-four.”

“You’re right.” I click my tongue in mock reproof. “How could I have forgotten?”

“Come on.” Jon leads me up the stairs, his hand firm in mine, to the cheers and jeers of the children.

“By the way,” I say as he kicks the door shut behind us. “I haven’t had good sex since 2004. Just so you know.”

Jon laughs. He peels off his polo neck in one movement and I feel a bolt of instant lust. My body remembers this, even if I don’t.

“I’ll accept that challenge.” He comes over, takes my face in his two hands, and just surveys me for a moment, silent and purposeful until my insides are melting with want. “So remind me…what happened after the forty-eight hours were over?”

I can’t hold out anymore. I have to pull his face down to me for a kiss. And this one I’ll never forget; this one I’ll keep forever.

“I’ll tell you,” I murmur at last, my mouth against Jon’s hot, smooth skin. “I’ll tell you when I remember.”

Acknowledgments

While writing this book I had many questions about amnesia; my thanks go to Liz Haigh-Reeve, Sallie Baxendale, and in particular Trevor Powell, for all their help.

I am so lucky to be supported and published by such a crack team of experts. My endless thanks go to Susan Kamil, Irwyn Applebaum, Nita Taublib, Barb Burg, Sharon Propson, Carolyn Schwartz, Betsy Hulsebosch, Cynthia Lasky, Paolo Pepe, Cathy Paine, and Noah Eaker. I’m also eternally grateful to my agents, Araminta Whitley and Kim Witherspoon; also to David Forrer and Lucy Cowie. And to those who keep me sane along the way: the Board and my family, Henry, Freddy, Hugo, and Oscar.

Also by Sophie Kinsella

Confessions of a Shopaholic

Shopaholic Takes Manhattan

Shopaholic Ties the Knot

Can You Keep a Secret?

Shopaholic & Sister

The Undomestic Goddess

Shopaholic & Baby

REMEMBER ME?

A Dial Press Book /March 2008

Published by The Dial Press

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Copyright © 2008 by Sophie Kinsella

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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Kinsella, Sophie.

Remember me? / Sophie Kinsella.

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1. Accident victims—Fiction. 2. Amnesia—Fiction. 3. Young women—Fiction.

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PR6073.I246R46 2008

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