Page 31 of His Forgotten Colton Fiancee

Mischief twinkled in Austin’s gaze. “I saw you late one night, sneaking up to Quinn’s apartment when I returned to the store. Forgot my cell phone.”

“So much for discretion,” West muttered. “We were keeping it secret.”

Her business partner staredfrankly at West. “Secret engagement? Can’t blame you, in this town.”

West compressed his mouth, but Austin grinned. “Aha. Knew it. Well, congrats, you two. My lips are sealed.”

Although Austin’s confirmation of West proved soothing, it remained frustrating. Quinn sniffed. “It’s all a secret to me now, because I have no memory of it.”

“You will,” West assured.

Austin made a largeX over his heart. “Don’t fret, either of you. I won’t tell. Cross my heart. Never mentioned it to Quinn because I figured if she wanted to tell me, she would. It’s your personal life.”

Then her friend looked gloomy. “There’s enough trouble in this town trying to have a relationship with people dying and things blowing up. Me? I’ll stay single. Safer that way.”

Austin blew her a kiss andwaggled his fingers. “Later, sweets. Gotta secure that order and keep the dough rolling.”

When he walked out, she gestured to West to sit. He didn’t, but paced.

“Do you need anything? How do you feel?”

“So many questions. I’m fine and I feel better.”

Much better than when her head felt like someone was stomping on it with nails and her mind was foggy. Thanks to the morphine dripshe’d received, the pain had diminished.

“Did you find anything out? Anyone who might have done this?” Quinn pointed to her still-bandaged head.

“No. Nothing yet.” West pulled up the chair, reached through the bars on her hospital bed for her hand. Held it, the way he’d held it last night.

It felt good.

“Anything coming back to you? What about Demi?” West studied her in his intensemanner. “You tried to get close to her, once.”

Demi again. But at least she knew who Demi was. “My sister, Demi?”

West blinked. “You remember Demi and who she is? That’s great!”

“No, Austin told me, since you and my brothers were reluctant.” She bit her lip. West had been nothing but kind and sweet to her, despite the questions. “I have a few flashes of memory here and there. MaybeI am getting better.”

“Of course you are,” he told her.

She was loath to tell him about her morphine-induced dreams. Dreams of making love with this man, passionate kisses, amazing sex.

It could be wistful thinking. Maybe West Brand was only a decent lover and her imagination filled in the rest. But, wow, what an imagination!

Feeling overheated, Quinn reached for her water. Hewas there, handing it to her.

“You need anything?” he asked.

Quinn set down the cup, decided to level with him. “Information. What have you found out so far? Was someone trying to kill me?”

West’s jaw went tight. Quinn pressed. “Well?”

She had to know. Information was her best defense right now. Being in the dark, coddled by her brothers and this man who called himself her fiancé,was not.

“We don’t know. The investigation is in its early stages.”

Same answers as before. “Then hurry up.”