Falcon's Lair. Sara Orwig

and one time she tried to push me out of the way. She said she had to find Ben Falcon. That’s when I realized she didn’t remember everything because she didn’t recognize me. The next time she regained consciousness, she didn’t remember that much.”

      “Damn. If she knew your name, he must have sent her. Call him and get him to pick her up.” Kyle slanted his head, curiosity back in his eyes. “Unless you want to keep her around for a while.”

      “I did call him while you were checking her over. I couldn’t get through—his answering machine took my message—so I called one of his men and left a message. Tomorrow I should get a response.”

      Kyle shook his head. “Sorry if you’re going another nine rounds with him. I’d think by now he would realize you have your own life.”

      “My father can see things only one way,” Ben answered flatly. “Until I hear from him or her memory returns, I’ll stay with her.”

      He received another curious look from Kyle. “You’ve had sprains before, so you know what to do—ice tonight and tomorrow. Then have her soak her foot in hot water a couple of times a day. Four or five days and her foot should be okay. Still have crutches?”

      “Yeah. Will it be worse for her to tell her what I suspect?”

      “No, it won’t. Go ahead. We’ll check on her through the night. If nothing changes, we’ll release her early in the morning.”

      “Okay. Thanks, Kyle, for coming out here in this storm.”

      “Glad to do it. You’ll get a bill,” he added with a grin. “She’s in room 520 if you want to go see her.”

      When he entered the silent room that had a small light burning in the adjoining bathroom, he closed the door quietly behind him and moved to the bed.

      “Ben?” she asked, turning toward him.

      His heart seemed to lurch and stop and then start beating again. She was propped against the pillows, the head of the bed cranked up so she was almost upright. Her flame-colored hair spilled over the pillow and her shoulders. In the white hospital gown she looked more defenseless than before. Her foot was elevated, a lump beneath the sheet.

      Jennifer turned, her pulse jumping as Ben Falcon’s broad shoulders were a dark silhouette in the wide doorway. This stranger was a lifeline to her. The doctors had been reassuring, and she knew she was fortunate to be alive, from what Ben had said about the wreck, but when she tried to think about the past and nothing came to mind, a cold terror gripped her. She watched the tall man who was little more than a stranger, yet now so important to her. He crossed the room, and she couldn’t resist the urge to reach out for his hand.

      His strong warm grip was reassuring as his fingers curled around hers, and she covered his hand with her free hand while he leaned one hip against the bed. “Thank you for staying,” she said, running her fingers over his large knuckles and reluctantly releasing his hand.

      “I’m here and I’ll stay with you,” he said casually, tossing his coat on the back of the chair and pulling the chair close beside the bed.

      “I know I’m interfering in your life.”

      “It’s the middle of the night in a snowstorm, so there’s not a lot I could be doing if I were home,” he said lightly as he sat down beside her. He touched her hair.

      “I feel like there’s something I’m supposed to be doing, but I can’t recall what it is. Something urgent.”

      “It’ll come to you.”

      “Ben, I know your name, but I don’t know mine.”

      “You will. From what Kyle told me, you should wake up in the morning and have your memory back.”

      “They said that I should sit up, and a nurse checks my blood pressure every thirty minutes.”

      “I’ll sit here and talk to you.”

      Relief surged in her. She knew she was interfering in his life, yet she was thankful to have him with her because she gained a sense of security from his calmness. Deep down she felt as if she had known him before the last few hours even though he had been firm in his answer that they had never met until he found her at the wreck.

      “Every time I close my eyes, I feel as if I’ll lose you and I’ll be all alone in the world.”

      “I’m here to stay,” he said, leaning forward with his elbows propped on his knees. She placed her hand on his shoulder lightly.

      “Thank you, Ben. I try not to think about tomorrow. I don’t have any money or any family or friends until my memory returns. I don’t know how I’ll pay for this hospital room.”

      “I already have.”

      She raised her head off the pillow abruptly to stare at him. “I’ll pay you back. I don’t know what job I had, but I must have done something. I remember keeping books and filing taxes—why can I recall my work and not know my name?”

      “It’ll all come to you,” he said with narrowed eyes, as if something she said was causing him thought. “I’ll take care of you until you remember.”

      “You’ve been good to me, and I know I can trust you. You must be an incredibly good person to take care of a stranger this way.”

      He startled her with a sudden grin.

      “What’s funny?”

      “What makes you so certain you can trust me?” he asked dryly.

      “Because my life was in your hands from the time you found me at the scene of the wreck until the helicopter arrived,” she replied quietly.

      His grin faded and he studied her solemnly, his dark-eyed gaze direct and disturbing. She was aware of him as a man, remembering clearly the moment in his kitchen when he had been about to kiss her. And she had wanted him to kiss her. In the dim light of the room, his cheeks were in shadow, his prominent cheekbones highlighted softly, his lashes dark smudges over his midnight eyes.

      “Jennifer, I may know something about you,” he said quietly, and as she gazed into his dark eyes, she felt as if she were about to step into a cavern filled with unknown terrors. A chilling premonition of disaster gripped her.

      “From the tone of your voice, maybe I’m better off not knowing,” she said, and the look he shot her confirmed her suspicions.

      Three

      Ben stood and walked to the window, gazing at the snow tumbling outside, his hands jammed into his pockets. She waited, yet with every second of silence, her dread increased.

      When he turned around, his dark eyes sparked with anger that made something inside her want to throw her hands up and tell him to stop. Instead she waited quietly.

      “When you tried to get out of bed, you said you had to find Ben Falcon. You were on your way to see me.”

      She frowned, staring at him. “You said we don’t know each other.”

      “No, we don’t, but I can make a guess why you were driving to meet me. I think my father sent you. He’s hired you to get me to go home to work for him. He’s done this before.”

      “Who is your father?”

      “Weston Falcon. A few years ago he was a U.S. senator. He lives in Dallas and is CEO of Falcon Enterprises, which is primarily oil and cattle.”

      It sounded as though Ben was discussing a friend of his, yet Jennifer could hear the tight thread of anger in his voice. Feeling frustrated, she shook her head. “That means nothing to me. I don’t remember.”

      Ben looked out the window again. “After you were admitted, I called him and got an answering machine. I left a message that you’re in the hospital here. I called one of his employees and left the same message