by Jessie Cooke
The man with the blue eyes suddenly had a look of disbelief on his face. “I-95?” he asked. He may as well have been speaking a different language as far as the man in the bed was concerned. He didn't know what, or where I-95 was.
“I-I don't know. There were...a lot of trees.”
“You walked, here?”
“Yeah, sometimes I crawled,” he said, miraculously cracking a smile. So his dick and his smile still both worked. His mental checklist put that down as good news.
“That's almost four miles from here, through the woods.”
“Seemed—it seemed like 10,” he said with another smile that hurt his face.
“I'll bet. Do you know where you are?”
“No.”
“You're on the Southside Skulls ranch.” Again, Chinese...it meant nothing to him, but the man seemed to think it should.
“I'm sorry, I-I don't know who...” His voice was cracking and the pretty girl gave him another drink of water.
“What's your name?”
It was the question the man had been dreading the most. On his long trek there he'd mulled that one over. Of course he had a name, and it was probably on an ID in his back pocket. But it had been too cold and he'd hurt too bad to try to find a wallet, or anything. Sadly though, he was going to need it, because he had no idea who he was. “I don't know,” he said, at last. When the blue-eyed man looked at him like he was nuts, he said, “I think I hit my head.”
The other man smiled. “Considering the drop from that guardrail to the ground below is about thirty-feet, I'd say you hit it more than once.”
“Dax? Should I call the ambulance now?”
The sound of the woman's voice was pretty, but it struck a fear through him that cut like a knife. He wasn't sure if it was her voice, or the idea of an ambulance that terrified him. “No,” he said, quickly. He couldn't see the woman but the man she'd called Dax looked down at him thoughtfully and said,
“Let's wait a bit.”
Looking back at the man he said, “Call Doc instead.” Dax looked down at the man and said, “We'll have our doctor check you out, see what he has to say and go from there. Maybe the pieces will start coming back after you've gotten some rest.”
“My wallet?”
“You didn't have anything on you. I'll send someone out to the crash site and see what we can find.”
“Thank you.”
“Doc says he'll be here in about fifteen minutes.” That voice again. He still couldn't see her but that tremble of fear accosted him once more. He knew the voice, and for some reason it frightened him. But why? Maybe she knew him, and she would have the answer to that.
“Okay Kimber, thanks,” Kimber...He heard that name before, recently. He closed his eyes and the memory of the two pretty girls in the doorway came back. The one with the gun had called out to Kimber to call Dax. Opening his eyes again, he fought back the remnants of fear that still surrounded him and said,
“That girl, does she know me?”
Dax raised an eyebrow and said, “Kimber?”
“Yeah, the one that was just talking to you.”
“Kimber!” Dax called out.
“Yes Dax?” Her voice was beautiful, soft, gentle, and it sent goosebumps racing down both of his arms and around back to his spine.
“Come here a minute, darlin'.”
The man in the bed actually shuddered when she approached. It was crazy, because there was nothing threatening about her at all. She was tiny, maybe five two at most, blonde hair that framed her face and touched her shoulders, and big, beautiful dark eyes. She had on a robe that fell down to her knees and hid her figure but she couldn't have weighed more than 115 pounds soaking wet. Still, something about her caused his anxiety level to shoot through the roof. He could feel his pulse begin to pound and his breathing became more rapid. The woman was looking down at him with a blank look on her face and Dax was once again watching him like he might be a little bit crazy.
“Do you know me?” he finally asked the woman.
“No...should I?” She looked and sounded so sincere, but she was so familiar. Why would she lie? Dax let them stare at each other for what seemed like several long minutes and then he finally told Kimber,
“You can go back to bed darlin', thanks.” The man in the bed watched her go and while he did, he had the strange feeling that his past was leaving with her. He struggled to sit up, compelled to go after this tiny little nymph that seemed to scare him to death and beg her to tell him the truth. “Hey there Jigsaw...take it easy now, okay?”
He opened his eyes and he knew before he looked over at the clock that it was going to be exactly midnight. It always was. He had the dream at least once a week for the past six months. It wasn't really a dream, but a memory, and at first it pissed him off that he couldn't remember anything else, but he had to relive that memory over and over again. But eventually it had just become a part of his life, like the ranch, the club, and the gorgeous woman laying next to him in the bed. He supposed his mind wanted to cling to that memory because it was the night that his life started over. Six months later he'd done a lot of moving forward, and a little bit of recovering his past, but that part was slow going and you could drive a train through the holes in his memory.
He was grateful that Dax let him stay on the ranch. He'd even done everything he could to help him find out who he was. Angel's brother had run his fingerprints, but they were nowhere in the system, not even in the motor vehicle department. He checked with missing persons and no one matching his description had been reported missing. No one had reported an accident that night. It was almost as if he had never existed before. But, he had kept moving forward and it was months later now, and he was as happy as a guy without a past could be. Dax let him become a prospect a few months in, and later that very night there was going to be a big patching in ceremony where he would be one of the guests of honor.
“You okay baby?” He smiled as she cuddled deeper into his side. The sound of Kimber's sweet voice didn't frighten him any longer. It had the opposite effect on him now. It made him feel like he was home. He'd fallen for her hard and fast, and if he had to roll thirty feet down an embankment and forget his entire life to end up right here in her arms, he'd probably agree to do it all over again.
“I'm okay,” he whispered. “Horny though,”
She giggled. “What else is new?”
Jigsaw smiled again, but in his head he was thinking…Pretty much everything, I guess.
Jigsaw will also include a second novella relating to Saint’s story. Saint was in Garrett’s book.
Acknowledgments
This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and events are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to people, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.
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