“Didn’t I?” She finally raised her gaze to look at Shayla before it landed on him. “I feel like I did. I feel like I was just born, in a lot of ways. I don’t even know what my favorite color is—”

“Blue,” Rob and Shayla said.

She stared at the remains of the candy in her hand as if seeing it for the first time before she put the rest into her mouth and chewed. “That, and the fact that I love eggplant parmesan and Buckeyes won’t help the police figure out who did this,” she softly said. She popped another one into her mouth.

Rob ached for her. It warred on every level of his soul with the hatred he felt for whoever had done this to her.

To both of them.

* * *

Rob and Shayla spent the rest of the morning with Laura, talking, going through pictures, sometimes more than once. He even went down to the cafeteria to get lunch for him and Shayla and brought it back to the room. Around three, he had to leave to walk Doogie. Shayla volunteered to stay with Laura.

They both looked at her, as if wanting to know if it was okay. She’d had her head buried in one of the older photo albums again, slowly staring at each picture, trying to coax the stubborn memories to step forward.

She finally realized they were waiting on her. “Oh. Sure. That’s okay.”

She hated how sad Rob looked. He telegraphed his emotions through his body language, through the expression on his face. She hated even more that she knew it was because of her, of what had happened to her. At least she felt more at ease around him today. The more time she spent with him, the more she knew yes, she had loved him, and he loved her.

She just couldn’t fricking remember it.

Setting the album aside, she reached for him, letting out a soft sigh when he stepped into her embrace while she sat on the edge of the hospital bed. She closed her eyes and once again pressed her face against his shirt. Today, he’d dressed in jeans and a blue, collared, short-sleeved shirt, not his paramedic uniform.

“Shayla has my number if you need me.”

Laura nodded. “I’ll be fine.”

She’d even put the ring back on, more to keep it from disappearing than anything, but she still didn’t have any tangible memories to rely on.

He kissed the top of her head and moved to step back, but she held on and looked up. After a moment he leaned in and kissed her forehead, lingering a few seconds before straightening again.

She released him.

“I’ll be back in a couple of hours,” he said. “Do you want me to bring you dinner?”

“Please!”

That won her another smile. “I’ll keep it easy and get us a pizza. Shayla, will you be staying?”

“If it’s okay?”

He gave her a brief, friendly hug. Laura could see it was far more platonic than the hugs he’d given her so far, no wistful lingering to his motions. “Of course it’s okay,” he told her. “If it’s okay with Laura.”

She nodded.

When Rob left, Laura felt more than a little pang to see him go, but she was looking forward to the alone time with Shayla.

“You won’t get in trouble for taking the day off, will you?”

“Oh, no. I have vacation time built up. When…” She faltered and looked like she nearly burst into tears before forcing a smile. “When Rob called us, I immediately put work on notice that I might need to take time off. They’re okay with it.”

“That’s nice of them.” She popped another candy into her mouth. “These are sooo good.”

Shayla sat in a chair next to the bed. “The past couple of years, we’ve made them together at the holidays. Us and Leah, Loren, Tilly, and Clarisse. We get together at Leah and Seth’s. They’ve got a big kitchen. We do a massive bake-a-thon for all our holiday stuff on one Saturday or Sunday. We each have our own favorite recipe, in addition to other stuff we make.”

“What do I make?”

Her eyes widened. “Oh. My. God. I should have made those last night!” She clapped a hand to her mouth and looked like she was a breath away from crying again. “I wasn’t thinking. I’m sorry!”

She really didn’t want Shayla to start crying. If she did, Laura knew she would be right behind her. “It’s okay. These are great.”

“You always make shortbread cookies. You have a recipe that was your mom’s. You said you used to help her make them every Christmas when you were a little girl.”

Laura felt the hitch in her breath. “I can’t even remember my parents. Rob said he can’t get in touch with my brother.”

Shayla nodded. “He’s a bush pilot in Montana. It’s not uncommon for him to be out of touch for a week or two at a time if he’s out in the back country.”

“Am I close to him?”

Shayla shrugged. “Pretty close, I guess. You’ve talked about him before, give us updates when you hear from him. He’s older than you by a couple of years. You’ve never said you guys were on bad terms. You and Rob talked about going out to visit him later this summer, to visit Yellowstone.”

“Yellowstone? That’s…” She closed her eyes and concentrated. “That’s a big park, right?”

“Very. He lives near there.”

Hazy images swam into her mind, along with the memory of the smell of…

“Sulfur?” She opened her eyes and looked at Shayla.

Shayla wore a puzzled expression. “What?”

“Sulfur. The smell of sulfur. Or…something.”

“Oh. Yeah, you said you can smell it all over the park because of the thermal features. I’ve never been there, though.”

Laura looked at the stack of photo albums sitting on another chair. “I don’t remember seeing pictures of that.”

“You’ve got them all on your computer, I think. You have a few gorgeous pictures you had blown up and framed at the condo.”

“Oh.” The surge of memory faded as quickly as it had arrived. “Darn. So how did you meet Tony?”

Did Shayla’s eyes suddenly widen? “Oh. Uh, during an interview when I first started at the magazine. One of my first assignments.”

“What about?”

Now Shayla definitely wore a deer-in-the-headlights look. “Ah, he runs a data center.” She rummaged around in her purse for a moment. “Hey, I loaded pictures on my phone of you and the gang to look at.”

Laura got the feeling there was more to it than that, but was soon distracted by Shayla walking over with her phone and swiping through pictures with her.

Somewhere deep inside, Laura felt familiarity when looking at the first picture. It was her and Shayla with four other women. They were sitting at a table in a restaurant and all holding up glasses at whoever was taking the picture. “Leah, Loren, Tilly, and Clarisse,” she said. “The waiter took it for us. This was just a few weeks ago. Our first all together since Clarisse had the baby.”

“Baby?”

“Yeah. Her second with, uh, here’s another from the same day.” Shayla quickly swiped to the next picture. They looked like they were standing in front of a giant shark hanging upside down. “That’s in Tarpon Springs.”

“Fake shark?” she asked, squinting a little to see.

“Oh, yeah.” Shayla laughed. “Over at the Sponge Docks. Clarisse lives there. In Tarpon Springs, I mean. Not at the docks.”

“With her husband?”

“Yes.” Shayla swiped to another picture before Laura could ask why she sounded so nervous.

Little flashes of memory sparked here and there in Laura’s brain as they looked through them all, odd, random snapshots briefly coming into mental view before disappearing again. Laura didn’t know if they were true memories or not, but it totally distracted her from asking more about Clarisse and her family.

She realized that thought scared her even more than not getting her memory back at all. “What if what I remember isn’t what happened, but what I think happened, or what other people tell me?” she asked Shayla.

Her friend looked sad. “I don’t have an answer for you. I’m sorry.”

Laura’s gaze returned to the phone. “I wonder if anyone will.”

* * *

Rob went home and walked Doogie first. Then he headed by the dive shop. He wanted to make sure Carol didn’t decide to just randomly drop by the hospital again without asking first. He’d hoped yesterday’s talk had ensured that, but it never hurt.

Steve stood behind the counter, ringing up a customer. He wore a grim look on his usually cheerful face. He looked up as soon as Rob walked in and hurried to complete the transaction.

Once the customer had left, he rounded the counter. “All right. Enough with the bullshit. I want to see her.”

He took a deep breath and held his hands up, trying to placate him. “Did you talk to Carol?”

The older man frowned. “Yeah, but if she could go see her, why can’t I?”

Rob treaded carefully. “Carol stopped by without asking first. You know how Laura is. She’s been beaten to a pulp and trying to come to terms with the fact that she has no memory. Do you want to see her for your benefit or hers?”

Steve recoiled as if slapped. “How dare you—”

“How dare you? Look, I love you like family, but what if she gets her memory back today and chews me a fucking new one for letting Carol see her like that, huh? Yeah, you’ve known her nearly her whole life. You tell me what she’d want.”

He took a step back and stared at the floor, his face going red, jaw working. Finally, he looked back at Rob. “When can we see her then? And why aren’t you there now?”

Rob took a deep, relieved breath. He kept his tone calm and apologetic. “I’m going to talk to her today about that. And I had to walk Doogie. I was already there a few hours this morning. You have no idea how many people want to come visit her. If I let everyone descend on her at once, it could set back her recovery from the stress, okay? I need to do it in stages, manageable bites, so we don’t overwhelm her. That’s what the doctors said. Okay?”