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“You’re Quinn Colton,” he finally said. “You own Good Eats,a catering company with a kitchen on Main Street. You live above the store.”

A warm smile touched his full mouth. “You cook froufrou food.”

Nice smile. Such a good-looking man. She tried to think. Vague memories of cooking, a little apartment over a kitchen, flickered into her mind. Quinn Colton.

Trying to remember hurt her head. She wished the pounding ache would cease. Maybe thenshe could think straight.

Maybe then she’d remember this tall, handsome man who claimed to be her future husband. And what happened to land her here?

“You’re not telling me why I’m in the hospital?” she asked.

“Try to rest,” he told her gently. “I’ll tell you soon.”

He was no help. For all she knew, he could be someone other than the love of her life. Wouldn’t she remember sucha love?

With considerable effort, Quinn turned her head away from West Brand.

“Please leave,” she said dully. “I want to be alone.”

* * *

He’d known it was going to be bad, but not like this. And damn, it hurt deep inside, getting rejected.

Quinn was obviously distressed. Remembered nothing of him. Gone was the trust, the love, the affection.

Well, she was alive, and he’dfind solace in that fact. She’d get better.

Outside the room, West paced, checking his phone for voice mails, for texts. For any information the others on the unit had found and shared.

This is personal now.

Her brothers left the nurses’ station and joined him.

“What did the doctor say?” he demanded.

Brayden glanced at him. “Nothing yet. We’re still waiting for him to finishwith that trauma case. We didn’t give her details on the explosion. No reason to upset her even more.”

Not exactly procedure. Were Quinn an ordinary witness, West knew the others would grill her relentlessly until family objected. This time they were the family, and the Coltons were keeping to themselves.

“Good,” West told them. “I didn’t, either. She’ll find out soon enough. You surethere’s tight enough security in this hospital?”

Brayden’s expression tightened. “There will be. I called for a friend to guard her.”

Dr. Cairns came out of another room, saw them.

West didn’t like the grim look on the doctor’s face. “Is she going to make it?” he blurted out before her brothers could speak.

Dr. Cairns raised his brows, but nodded. “However, there are complications.”

“What kind?” West asked.

Dr. Cairns glanced at Brayden, who nodded.

“Miss Colton has a concussion. The blow to her head has caused retrograde amnesia.”

West’s heart dropped to his stomach. “What can she remember?”

“Nothing significant. You heard. She knows the year, and her name, where she lives. Little else. Nothing prior to the injury.”