The Texan's Future Bride. Sheri WhiteFeather

a date?”

      Yikes. Talk about befuddled. His condition was worse than she thought. “I’m taking you to see a doctor, remember?”

      “Your hair is pretty.” He reached out as if he meant to grasp a loose tendril of her wavy gold locks.

      Jenna’s heartbeat skittered. He didn’t make contact, but she could almost imagine how his tortured touch would feel.

      Almost. She focused on the road.

      “Very pretty,” he said.

      She gripped the wheel, and to keep him from reaching for her hair again, she redirected his thoughts.

      “What’s your name?” she asked, rephrasing her original “Who are you?” question.

      He furrowed his brows. It wasn’t a trick question, but he didn’t appear capable of a response. He didn’t know his own name.

      “It’s okay,” she said. “That’s why I’m taking you to see a doctor.” Besides, all they had to do was look at his ID to see who he was. Everyone carried identification with them. Still, not knowing something as simple as his name wasn’t a good sign.

      He leaned against the window, then closed his eyes. She hoped that he wasn’t going to pass out. That wouldn’t be a good sign, either.

      She increased her speed, bumping along the road, her truck flanked by green pastures and grazing cattle.

      Finally, as the main house came into view, she breathed a sigh of “thank You, God” relief.

      The dashing young doctor was waiting for her on the wraparound porch. Tammy, her equally fetching cousin, was there, too. Jenna had only met Tammy recently, when all of the inheritance whoopla had begun. None of the heirs had grown up on the Flying B or visited when they were kids because their families had been estranged from each other. So, when they’d gotten called to their ailing grandpa’s bedside, and when he’d died, they’d wept for a man they’d just begun to know.

      She glanced at the cowboy beside her. Now wasn’t the time to think about men she barely knew. Or death. Or anything bad.

      Jenna stopped the truck, and Doc opened the passenger side and escorted the patient into the house.

      Once Jenna exited the vehicle, Tammy approached her, and they went inside, too.

      Doc didn’t waste time. He was already examining the stranger, who sat on the edge of a sturdy leather sofa, looking as confused as ever.

      Jenna stood back and frowned. “Do you recognize him?” she asked Tammy. “Do you know if he’s from around here?”

      “No.”

      “Me, either.” But dang if he didn’t make her tongue stick to the roof of her mouth. She couldn’t get his tortured attempt to touch her out of her mind.

      Just a few feet away, Doc was telling the patient that he was going to need a couple of stitches. In fact, Doc was preparing to patch him up. But the cut itself was incidental. What obviously concerned Doc were his other symptoms.

      Apparently Jenna was right. Indeed, he had a concussion.

      Thing was, his identity was still unknown. He wasn’t carrying any form of identification; Doc checked his person.

      “What do you think is going to happen?” Jenna whispered to Tammy.

      “I don’t know.”

      Neither did Jenna. But it was clear from the examination that he had no recollection about himself or how he’d gotten hurt.

      After his cut was sanitized and stitched, Doc made arrangements for him to be treated at the local hospital. He spoke gently to the patient, then explained the situation to Jenna.

      “I’m going to order a CT scan,” he said. “At this point, it’s impossible to know the severity of his trauma.”

      “What’s the worst-case scenario?” she asked, making sure the stranger was out of earshot.

      “Bleeding in the brain.”

      She shivered.

      Doc concluded, “But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Let’s get a thorough diagnosis first.”

      “I want to go to the hospital with him.” She was unable to bear the thought of abandoning him.

      “That’s fine. A police report will have to be filed, too, since we don’t know who he is or what triggered the injury. He’ll be admitted as a John Doe.”

      Jenna didn’t like the impersonal sound of that. But she didn’t like any of this. She preferred to have her ducks in a tidy yellow row, with carefully laid plans, no matter what aspect of her life it concerned. She’d even created a list of the type of qualities she wanted her future husband to have, a man who would be nothing like her father. She used to be disappointed in her dad, but these days she was downright ashamed of him. A humiliating skeleton in his closet had surfaced.

      She glanced at the stranger. Did he have skeletons in his closet, too? Even if he did, it was none of her concern. She was going to see him through this injury and forget about him.

      Doc and Tammy took him to the hospital, and Jenna followed them in her truck.

      She sat in the waiting room while he underwent the CT scan. Was she going to be able to forget about him? Already she was feeling oddly attached, as if she was responsible for him somehow.

      She glanced over at Tammy, who occupied the seat next to her. “Thanks for keeping me company.”

      “It shouldn’t take long. Rather than wait for a written report, Mike is going to look at the scans himself, along with the radiologist, of course.”

      “It’s nice having a doctor in the family.”

      Tammy quirked a smile. “Very nice.” She stood up. “Do you want some coffee?”

      “Sure.”

      “How do you take it?”

      “Cream and sugar.”

      “Coming right up.”

      Jenna watched her cousin head for the vending machine. She was a petite brunette, thriving on newfound love. She and Jenna formed a bond when Jenna had helped her with a makeover that had caught the doctor’s eye. Tammy was a tomboy turned hot tamale. She could still ride and rope with the best of ‘em, but she also looked darn fine in feminine attire. The girl could cook up a storm, too. Soon the Flying B cook would be retiring and Tammy would be taking over as the down-home B and B chef.

      Tammy returned with two cups and handed Jenna one. She took a sip. It tasted better than expected.

      Jenna said about the stranger, “I can’t help but wonder who he is. What his name is, what his family is like.”

      “Hopefully he’ll remember soon.”

      “I just hope the scan comes out all right.” She drank a bit more of her coffee. “He said some weird things when we were in the truck. He told me that he liked my hair, then he asked me if we were on a date.”

      “That must have been awkward.”

      “It was.” She frowned. “What sort of treatment do they do if someone is bleeding in the brain?”

      “I have no idea, but you shouldn’t be dwelling on that.”

      “I know. But I’m the one who found him.”

      “Finders keepers, losers weepers?” Tammy put her cup beside a dog-eared magazine. “Did you ever say that when you were a kid?”

      “All the time. But I hope that doesn’t apply to this situation.”

      “Like someone is left behind weeping for him?”

      Jenna nodded, and they both fell silent. But it seemed better not to talk. Other