Holding Out For A Hero (The Five Sisters Series) Read Online Free
Author: VA Browning
seeing his wife's face in the accident with the woman he had just rescued. He lay awake for hours and thought about what to do about the woman laying downstairs who had no past.
Chapter 5
As she lay awake in her room downstairs, she heard him get up and then the shower come on. She thought, he is very nice to let me stay here and without any idea who I am. He certainly made it clear that he didn't really want the company. But when they had sat by the fire and she listened to his story about his wife and the accident, she thought he was healing a little, just telling the story.
She wondered how much of his feelings for his wife she had stirred up by showing up in a car wreck and wearing her clothes. She wasn't sure if she had a family at home, but she was not wearing a ring. All the family she knew she had was right here in bed with her, snuggled to her side, and she didn't even know his name. She should give him a name, something that shows how daring and ferocious he really was - Brutus, she thought. "Ok, from now on your name will be Brutus." She told him. He looked up at her then snuggled his head back down. Apparently, that was OK with him.
She had a book to read, but she could not concentrate. She knew she was really lucky to not have a broken bone and just a couple of cuts on her head. And, of course, no memory. The cut on her forehead was little, and just taped shut with a butterfly closure. She wasn't so sure about the stitches on the side of her head or the haircut he had hastily given her. She was thinking about cutting her hair off to let it grow back evenly, but she would still need to think that one through.
The sheriff didn't seem to have much hope for her, she thought. Mike mentioned coming up with a temporary name for her, but she wanted to know her own name.
She read the book for about 30 minutes, and then laid it on her nightstand. It was kind of a steamy romance, and she was getting strange ideas about her "hero", so she thought it would be better to go to sleep.
The next few days seemed to pass quickly in their lives. Mike would get up and go for a run in the morning before breakfast. He was gone for about an hour, and, when he returned, he would take a shower. After the shower, he would come down and fix breakfast for them. They would chat about little things, and eat, and he would try to help her remember things by telling her about past and current events.
The rest of the day was spent by her reading and walking through the garden in the back of the house. Mike came out and showed her how to pick the tomatoes and other vegetables that he was growing. He told her it was the only way to have fresh produce between trips to town. She also did some light cleaning, but he was very cautious and always making sure she did not over do the activity. He said she needed to rest. She was just going slowly crazy, she thought to herself, because she was living without a point of reference. She just wanted to know what she did before, what type of job she had and where she lived. Basic things that most people take for granted. She felt sure that somewhere out there someone was looking for her, and she hoped that they would find her soon. She also hoped that her memory loss would not become permanent, but Mike said only time would tell.
She listened to the radio a lot as well; both talk and country music (the only stations that seemed to come in) and she hummed along with the songs. Pretty soon, she knew the words and sang along with the twangyness of them.
By the fourth day, she thought she would get up and go for a walk while he went on a run. She had brought the clothes and shoes downstairs from his closet the night before. She got up when she heard him the next morning, then got dressed and waited for him to leave. Once he left to run, she watched what direction he left in and started a walk that
Chapter 5
As she lay awake in her room downstairs, she heard him get up and then the shower come on. She thought, he is very nice to let me stay here and without any idea who I am. He certainly made it clear that he didn't really want the company. But when they had sat by the fire and she listened to his story about his wife and the accident, she thought he was healing a little, just telling the story.
She wondered how much of his feelings for his wife she had stirred up by showing up in a car wreck and wearing her clothes. She wasn't sure if she had a family at home, but she was not wearing a ring. All the family she knew she had was right here in bed with her, snuggled to her side, and she didn't even know his name. She should give him a name, something that shows how daring and ferocious he really was - Brutus, she thought. "Ok, from now on your name will be Brutus." She told him. He looked up at her then snuggled his head back down. Apparently, that was OK with him.
She had a book to read, but she could not concentrate. She knew she was really lucky to not have a broken bone and just a couple of cuts on her head. And, of course, no memory. The cut on her forehead was little, and just taped shut with a butterfly closure. She wasn't so sure about the stitches on the side of her head or the haircut he had hastily given her. She was thinking about cutting her hair off to let it grow back evenly, but she would still need to think that one through.
The sheriff didn't seem to have much hope for her, she thought. Mike mentioned coming up with a temporary name for her, but she wanted to know her own name.
She read the book for about 30 minutes, and then laid it on her nightstand. It was kind of a steamy romance, and she was getting strange ideas about her "hero", so she thought it would be better to go to sleep.
The next few days seemed to pass quickly in their lives. Mike would get up and go for a run in the morning before breakfast. He was gone for about an hour, and, when he returned, he would take a shower. After the shower, he would come down and fix breakfast for them. They would chat about little things, and eat, and he would try to help her remember things by telling her about past and current events.
The rest of the day was spent by her reading and walking through the garden in the back of the house. Mike came out and showed her how to pick the tomatoes and other vegetables that he was growing. He told her it was the only way to have fresh produce between trips to town. She also did some light cleaning, but he was very cautious and always making sure she did not over do the activity. He said she needed to rest. She was just going slowly crazy, she thought to herself, because she was living without a point of reference. She just wanted to know what she did before, what type of job she had and where she lived. Basic things that most people take for granted. She felt sure that somewhere out there someone was looking for her, and she hoped that they would find her soon. She also hoped that her memory loss would not become permanent, but Mike said only time would tell.
She listened to the radio a lot as well; both talk and country music (the only stations that seemed to come in) and she hummed along with the songs. Pretty soon, she knew the words and sang along with the twangyness of them.
By the fourth day, she thought she would get up and go for a walk while he went on a run. She had brought the clothes and shoes downstairs from his closet the night before. She got up when she heard him the next morning, then got dressed and waited for him to leave. Once he left to run, she watched what direction he left in and started a walk that
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