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moment. Then, he heard her story and swore
he’d find a way to bring her memory  back.
Or more importantly, bring her back to all of them.
    Mark Stone questioned Molly’s story and raised
doubts at the precinct. That was his job, plus he was acting in Trent’s best
interests by playing the devil’s advocate, but Trent still felt stabbed in the
back. They’d traded a few angry words over the subject, so it was probably for
the best that he was off the case, and work, for a while. Besides his two weeks
of vacation time, he could also take personal time. His boss made that clear,
if he needed it to deal with all this.
    Trent felt relieved
to keep away from Mark for another reason: Mark had asked what Molly had said
when Trent told her about their relationship . Thing
was, he hadn’t. He co uldn’t tell her about them now that he knew about
the car accident that took her parents’ lives. If he revealed some of their
relationship, she might realize he was a suspect in her parents’ case, just as
she was. Her reappearance caused some of the old suspicions about him to come
back to life. She needed a friend to trust right now, and the truth would scare
her.
    “Look!” She whispered loudly, pointing at a
spooked deer as it jaunted off.
    “I’m surprised that’s the first one we’ve seen
today.”
    He could tell she enjoyed the quietness as they
rode the horses slowly through th e forest. Pretending
to get lost in the beauty around them, Trent thought back to when he and Molly
were together. About a month before Molly disappeared, he’d proposed and she’d
been waltzing around with a modest diamond on her ring finger. There weren’t
many people in Ridge City who had a diamond on their wedding band, which made
Molly even more p roud.
    This new Molly wasn’t anything like the wild one
he knew then. He couldn’t forget how she looked as she sashayed down the
sidewalk, her hips swinging slowly under her nice pants. She looked polished,
like a city girl. She seemed to have more money now than before. Maybe her
parents had life insurance.
    Today she looked more like the old Molly, in blue
jeans for riding and her hair damp from the misty air.  Whether in jeans or
slacks, she always looked good. She smiled when she caught him looking her way,
but they still didn’t speak.They were on the
back end of the path heading toward the stables, and he sadly realized the ride
hadn’t triggered any memories for her. Unless she just hadn’t told him.
    She turned her light brown eyes on him. His body
jumped, remembering her red lips on his, and how he tangled his fingers in that
thick, dark h air. I can’t take this! He almost moaned and had to clear his throat to
cover it. Next, he had to force his hands to loosen their grip on his reins. He
shifted in the saddle, restless and tense with want for her. She sat so close
but so far away at the same time.
    Her eyes looked troubled when she glanced over
several times in a row. She must have felt his mood. He couldn’t fake a smile
so they remained silent as they emerged from the woods and turned onto the
pasture path, heading back.
    At the stables, he got the brushes and they cared
for the horses together.
    “This seems natural, too,” she told him, then
added, “But I don’t think…”
    “That you’re really remembering anything yet?”
    She made an angry sound then.
    “Mol, don’t rush it.”
    A sigh. “There’s so much to be frustrated about.”
    He knew it, but that didn’t change it. Not sure
what to say, he led his horse to the gate and opened it for both horses to
return to the field. They walked back to the truck and he reached an arm around
her, hoping that would ease her tension. 
    She looked down and he wanted to pull her into his
arms, love away her sadness. When they reached her door, he held onto her a
minute longer.
    “Thank you for today.” Her eyes looked a bit shiny
as she looked up into his.
    “Hey, there’s plenty more for us.” He