Wedding Party Collection: Don't Tell The Bride. Kelly Hunter

her on edge with his inability to settle. He downed two cups of thick, fragrant coffee in rapid succession and stared at the walls as if contemplating climbing them.

      ‘Got an email in from your brother,’ he said finally.

      ‘Jared?’

      ‘Damon. He’s got us seats on a flight out of here in three days’ time.’

      Lena sat up straighter so she could look her take-charge husband in the eye. ‘What happens if my memory comes back before then?’

      ‘Then I guess we cancel and continue on to Bodrum.’

      ‘What’s in Bodrum?’

      He hesitated, just for a second. ‘Boats.’

      For the first time since waking up on the floor of Istanbul’s Grand Bazaar, she wondered if her husband was lying to her.

      ‘Seems like a long way to come for something I know we have a lot of at home.’

      ‘Diving’s not bad either.’

      ‘Maybe if we were talking about Sharm El Sheik, down the bottom of the Sinai. Which we’re not. We’re talking about the Bosphorus.’

      ‘Your geography’s improving,’ he murmured. ‘That’s got to be a good sign.’

      Her spidey-sense was twitching too. Lena didn’t know if that was a good thing or not.

      ‘You’re awfully worried about when I get my memory back, aren’t you?’

      Her husband’s eyes grew carefully guarded. ‘Not really.’

      ‘Did we have a fight?’

      ‘We often fight. Usually for no good reason.’

      ‘So we did have a fight.’

      ‘I didn’t say that.’

      ‘There’s something you’re not telling me. What don’t I know?’

      Trig ran a frustrated hand through his already dishevelled hair. ‘I don’t know what you don’t know. Right now, I don’t think either of us have a handle on what you do and don’t know. There’s stuff you’re repressing.’

      ‘The bad stuff?’

      ‘Yeah. And I don’t know how much of that to tell you right now, so I’m hedging, and waiting to see what does come back to you, and I’m stalling, for very good reasons, and hoping to hell that you’ll wake up tomorrow morning and try and break my jaw, because then I’ll know you’re back.’

      ‘Must’ve been some fight.’

      ‘We didn’t fight.’

      ‘Then why can’t I remember our wedding day? Why am I repressing that?’ She suddenly felt nervous. More than nervous. ‘Was it bad? For you? Was our wedding night a disaster?’

      ‘God help me.’

      ‘Tell me!’

      ‘No.’

      ‘No you won’t tell me or no it wasn’t a disaster?’

      ‘It wasn’t a disaster.’

      ‘Do we have pictures of our wedding day?’ Because she hadn’t seen any on his laptop.

      ‘I don’t know about any pictures. We left right after...the thing.’

      ‘The wedding.’

      Trig nodded jerkily. ‘Lena, can’t you let it go? Just for now?’

      ‘I can’t.’ She couldn’t look at him any more. ‘I can’t remember our wedding day, or when you proposed to me or what we’re like when we’re together. Nothing, not even a flash, and of all the things I want to remember, it’s those. It feels...disrespectful that I can’t. Who forgets their own wedding?’

      ‘It’s not disrespectful.’ Her cool, calm husband was unravelling fast.

      ‘And we really are okay? We’re not on the verge of divorce after a week?’

      ‘No,’ he said gruffly. ‘No. Lena, I gotta get out of here for a bit. I’m going mad.’

      ‘Will you look for wedding rings while you’re out?’

      ‘What?’ The poor man looked positively hunted.

      ‘Wedding rings. You could go browsing. Haggling. Blood sport.’

      ‘I, uh, wasn’t planning to.’

      ‘Could you?’ Anxiousness made her fidget. ‘I mean, I wouldn’t mind.’ He’d told her to be clear about her fears. ‘It’d give me something solid to hold to when I can’t remember. Something real.’

      She couldn’t read him, this husband of hers. His face was all shut down and he stood so very still.

      ‘You sure you wouldn’t rather wait until your memory comes back?’ She could barely hear him.

      ‘I don’t want to wait. I’d come with you—we can do it tomorrow if you’d rather not choose them on your own—but I don’t want to wait. I trust you to choose well.’

      Trig ran a big hand over his face.

      ‘Trust you full stop,’ she said, hoping to reassure him.

      And somehow made it worse.

      ‘I’ll look,’ he said hoarsely and handed over his laptop for her entertainment and fled as if the hounds of hell were snapping at his heels.

      Lena let out a breath when the door snicked closed behind her husband. Damn, but she wished she could remember what had gone wrong between them. Because something had and she needed to know what so that she could fix it.

      Restless, she turned to his computer and trawled through his music file, trying to find something she didn’t thoroughly approve of.

      Maybe he’d downloaded his entire music collection from her.

      She scrolled though the photo files next and found plenty of her and Trig or her and Jared, or Jared and Trig—most of them involving ropes and sails and water. She saw pictures of her and Poppy in an elegant apartment and felt relatively certain that the apartment in the picture belonged to her father. She saw a picture of Damon giving surfing lessons to a buxom redhead wearing a buzzy-bee headband and knew it had to be Ruby.

      Her memory was returning. Maybe not all at once, maybe in fits and starts, but it was coming back.

      She trolled through Trig’s video collection next. A couple of V8 car races that didn’t interest her at all. Some big wave surfing footage that did. The entire season three of a local cooking show. Huh. And a TV miniseries about a circus, a drifter and a whole bunch of supernatural goings-on.

      The creepy circus show won hands down.

      She was still watching it four hours later when Trig returned. Well, maybe not watching it intently. It was entirely possible that she’d drifted off to sleep at some point between the first episode and wherever they were up to now. Daylight had come and gone. Dusk ruled the sky now.

      Trig looked at her, looked at the computer screen.

      ‘Relaxing,’ he said.

      She did like a man with a crooked smile. ‘Doctor’s orders.’

      ‘You do know you’ve seen this before.’

      ‘As far as I’m concerned, it’s all new. And if this is new, think what else could be an all-new experience. I’ve been re-virginised.’

      ‘Don’t even go there.’ Trig pointed a warning finger at her.

      ‘Think about it. I’ve barely been kissed. My breasts have never been tou—’

      ‘Lena!’

      ‘I love it when your voice gets