Underestimated (37 page)

smiled a warm smile. “I’m just trying to show you what

your routine was before the accident. Dr. Tharp says that

getting you back into your normal element should help

with your memory. You never dressed this way, Morgan.”

I pulled my hand away. “Can I use your computer

now?” I asked. I knew he was just trying to help me regain

my memory, but it was still frustrating as hell. I still

couldn’t believe that I dressed in the fashions that hung in

my closet on a daily basis.

“Sure,” he said, patted my leg and walked over to

close out of what he had been doing.

I sat in Drew’s chair and tapped traumatic brain

injuries on the keyboard. I looked back at Drew who was

watching me. “How is it that I know how to type on a

keyboard, but I can’t remember learning it?”

“I have faith. You’re going to remember every

little thing that you’ve ever done,” he said with a cold

face. I still couldn’t believe that I was married to this man.

I mean, shouldn’t I feel something?

After about twenty minutes of reading things that

Dr. Tharp had already told me, I leaned back, took an

exasperated breath and rubbed my temples. My finger

traced the L shaped scar from my injury, reminding me that

I had no idea who I was.

Drew rubbed my shoulders from behind. Hmm, it

felt good. I didn’t realize how tense I was.

“Just give it some time, Morgan,” Drew said.

“What about the pictures? Do we have any of

those?” I asked, tilting my head for him to hit the crook of

my neck with his magic hands.

“That’s kind of your fault. I have told you and told

you that you needed to print the hundreds of pictures on

your digital camera. You never would. It burned in your

car.”

“What about our wedding pictures? Do we have

those?”

“I wish you could remember this stuff. I feel like

the bad guy here. You didn’t want a wedding. We ran

away and got married.”

“How long did we know each other?”

Drew laughed, and I knew it was going to be bad.

“We got married after spending three weekends together.”

I turned to look at him dumbfounded. What the hell

was wrong with me? Maybe I didn’t want to remember

who I was. She sounded pretty stupid.

Drew kissed the top of my head. “You were

married to me for almost eight years. I think you would

have left had we not been right for each other.”

“I was away taking classes in France, how long

was I there?”

“That was all you too. I didn’t want you to go, but

you insisted. You were there not quite two years, but came

home often, and I would fly there to be with you when I

could.”

“Why is my purse the only thing that survived the

crash?” I didn’t understand that either. My camera, my

laptop and all of my clothes had burned in the car, but my

purse came out unharmed.

“It was on your lap. They assumed that you were

digging for something in it. That’s why you hit the bus.

You weren’t paying attention.”

I still didn’t understand it. I mean the scar above

my eye along with the bigger one on the side of my head

had to have bled. Why was my purse free of blood?

I sat up straight when I had an idea. I rested my

fingers on the correct letters of the keyboard.

“Where did I grow up?” I asked. Maybe if I could

find some pictures or my school or something it would jog

my memory.

“I think that’s enough for one day,” Drew decided,

spinning me away from the computer.

“Did I always let you decide what was best for

me?” I asked, standing up. He didn’t move. We were

inches apart.

“Always,” he whispered, and moved close to my

lips.

I placed my hand on his muscular chest to stop

him, although I have to admit I was staring right at his lips.

“Drew, I don’t think I am ready for you to kiss me,” I said

in a low tone.

He placed his hand over mine on his chest and

smiled. “I’ll see you at dinner,” he replied and let me step

around him.

“I want to see our bedroom, the one that we

shared,” I said, turning to him before leaving.

“Okay, but it’s kind of empty right now. I moved

my things into another room when I had yours moved. I

couldn’t stand the thought of you not being in our bed with

me.”

Well that was sweet. It made me feel guilty for

being such a pain to him. I never once thought about how

hard this was for him. I smiled, and he walked out with

me.

Nothing. I didn’t recognize that room any more

than any other one in the house. It was just another fancy

room with expensive furnishings.

“Anything?” Drew asked, looking down at me.

I shook my head lightly.

“Don’t worry about it. Maybe you should just stop

trying to remember and let it come when it’s ready.”

“Maybe,” I replied. “Drew why did you move my

things to the second floor, knowing I have a broken

pelvic.”

“Awe, shit Morgan. I never thought about that. That

was your favorite bedroom in the house. I just thought you

would feel better being in there. You said it was the best

view in the house. You used to go in there and read a lot.”

he explained with a sincere response.

I smiled. “It’s okay. My therapist made me climb

steps at the rehabilitation center. It’s probably good for

me.”

“Do you want to go rest before dinner?” he asked,

placing his hand on the small of my back as we closed our

shared suite.

“I think so, but I would rather just lie on the couch,

I think,” I replied.

“The couch?”

I looked up to him. “I didn’t do that either, right?”

He smiled. “No, but if you want to do that, I will

close the doors and make sure that you are not disturbed.”

“Thank you,” I smiled. I didn’t want to be in that

room for some reason. It didn’t feel like my favorite room

in the house at all.

Drew brought me a pillow and a blanket. “Do you

want the television on?” he asked.

“No, I don’t think so. I kind of just want the quiet

for a while,” I answered, snuggling under the soft blanket.

Drew kissed me just in front of my ear.

“Have a nice nap,” he whispered hot words to my

skin.

I drifted of staring at the beautiful portrait of Drew

and me. I was wearing a beautiful evening gown and he

was in a tuxedo. We looked happy. He was smiling down

at me as I stared up to him.

Chapter 14

Dawson never gave up looking for me, but I left

him with very little to go by. He knew about my father

selling me to a man named Drew. He knew that my name

had been Morgan Willow. He knew that I had been in

Indiana since then, and nothing more. He had gone to my

father, and my father told him what I was sure he was to

tell anyone looking for me. That I married a very nice man,

and he hadn’t seen me since.

Dawson tried to use his law authority, but it didn’t

work. My father still said he didn’t know anything. He had

done so much research trying to find someone that was in

the software business by the name of Drew, nothing but a

brick wall. He couldn’t even find a marriage between

Morgan Willow and Drew somebody. I’m sure trying to

find wedding records with no last name was next to

impossible, especially when you were looking in the

wrong state.

Lauren and Star helped as much as they could, but

came up with nothing. I didn’t leave them much to go on.

Dawson knew that Drew had me, he just couldn’t find me.

He assumed that he had found out about me somehow and

had taken me from the layover in Chicago. He was at his

wits end, and didn’t know what else to do.

Our wedding day came and went and he was still

clueless, hurt, and alone. He was even beginning to think

that I had left on my own accord, and the whole wedding

thing scared me off. He thought that was easier for him

than thinking that I was back with Drew, and what he was

doing to me.

The truth was, Drew never did anything. He was

always the perfect gentleman. There were times that I did

question looks that he would give me when I would say

things that he thought were out of line or when I would just

burst into his office. But for the most part he was unusually

attentive and caring toward me. I still didn’t like his

copilot Derik but didn’t really have a reason. I just didn’t

like him. He gave me the creeps when he was around

which was a lot.

I still defied Drew’s wishes about wearing the

designer clothes around the house. It just seemed so

artificial to me, and I was more comfortable in my sweats

and flannels. I did do some online shopping one afternoon

with Drew peering over my shoulder one day. I heard a

few groans when I ordered a few pairs of jeans, shorts, t-

shirts and sneakers. Who didn’t own a pair of sneakers? I

related it to who I was before Drew, and although I may

have dressed the way he wanted, to impress him at one

time, I didn’t want to do that. I wasn’t going to do that.

I had been back at the mansion with Drew for

almost a month. The one nurse, Melissa, was gone, but

Terri was still there and she and I had become pretty good

friends. Drew didn’t like that either and pointed it out to

me one afternoon. Terri had just left for the day and wasn’t

spending the nights anymore. She came and did therapy

with me and went home in the afternoon.

I really didn’t need her anymore, but I was starting

to go stir crazy being in the house all the time. No wonder

I chose to go to school. I liked having Terri there to talk

to. Drew didn’t, and a week later, he explained that it

really wasn’t proper for me to associate with the help the

way that I did, she was gone. I was furious. He could have

at least told me that her assignment was up so that I could

say goodbye to her.

I still couldn’t remember anything about anything.

It was like my conscious was erased. I didn’t dream about

my past. Nothing was becoming more familiar, and I was

beginning to wonder if I ever would.

Drew took me out shopping for a new dress for a

dinner party that Mr. Callaway was holding on Saturday

night. I came down to go, and he smiled. I had decided to

appease him and leave the jeans in the closet. I wore a

satin white top with no sleeves, tucked into a pair of

designer black dress slacks with a large silver buckle. I

was surprised by the heels. I thought for sure that I would

hate them, but I wore them like a pro which was

expectable, I guessed. I did dress like that for a good many

years, or so I was told anyway.

I tried on three different dresses in the expensive

store while Drew gave his opinion. He didn’t like the first

two and would tell the two women who were making a

tremendous fuss over me, no. They would leave and bring

me something else. When I walked out in the short,

flowing, black sequenced dress he instantly said no way.

I spun around looking in the mirror. I thought that it

made me look extremely sexy, and it made my legs look

longer and my breasts look bigger.

“I’ll take this one,” I told the two ladies. They

looked to Drew like they were asking his permission.

What the fuck?

“Whatever Mrs. Kelley wants,” he offered,

surrendering with his hands in the air.

I smiled at him, and he smiled back. We were

absolutely flirting.

He took me to a nice restaurant for dinner where

not only he, but I also continued to flirt. I even let him hold

my hand on the way back to the car. I was sure we hadn’t

had sex in a while, and I was a woman after all. I couldn’t

help it that things were stirring that hadn’t been stirred in a

while.

I said goodnight to Drew, and walked upstairs to

my suite where I soaked in the glorious hot tub. I pulled on

a pair of stretch shorts and a solid light pink shirt with a V

cut neck. I’m not sure why I did it, but I opened the night

stand drawer, and pulled out the e-reader.

Hmm, I thought, pulling myself up on the bed. I

didn’t turn down the cover. I had told Drew it was his

fault that I walked around in sweats or flannels because he

kept it so cold in there, he had adjusted the temperature,