Come To Me by LaVerne Thompson

that on the pad. She understood him perfectly. He leaned
over and kissed her. She kissed him back. He placed his hands at her sides, and
she wrapped her arms around his neck. Yes. This felt right. He felt right. His
arms around her, his scent, all of it familiar. Yet she still couldn’t remember
her life with him and pulled back.
    “I’m
so sorry,” she cried. “When I woke up and saw Tony, well, his was the last face
I could remember.”
    “Shhh.”
He placed his fingers over her lips to silence her and found the pad with his
other hand. ‘It’s all right. I understand.
Tony is my best friend and I will be forever grateful to him for saving your
life. Just know that I love you. Always.’
    She
cried even more, knowing in the depths of her soul what he told her was true.
He loved her. But did she love him? She stared at him and thought she might.
Initially, she thought she was engaged to Tony. Why would she think that? Was
she having an affair with Tony? No.
    A
different nurse came by to take her to imaging. When she got back she brought
her breakfast, and Baron ran to get a cup of coffee. By the time he returned,
the doctor was there. He’d sent her home her with a prescription for pain meds
and she had to follow-up in a few days. If her memory and hearing still hadn’t
returned by then, he would send her to see a specialist.
    She
didn’t bother to eat her food. Once she had her walking papers, Baron helped
her pack her stuff up and they left. She watched the traffic as they drove down
the highway—none of it looked familiar to her. When they pulled off the
main road and into an underground garage, she turned to Baron.
    “Is
this your place?” she asked.
    “Ours,”
he mouthed.
    She
grinned and shook her head. “Ours.”
    He
nodded and got out of the car coming around to meet her, but she opened the
door and was already standing by the time he reached her. He took her arm.
    “It’s okay. I can walk,” she said.
    He
slid his hand down from her arm to entwine their fingers together. She glanced
down at their joined hands. She liked that much better, enjoying his touch, and
squeezed him. He winked at her, led the way over to the elevators, then hit the
button for the eighth floor.
    She
wasn’t sure what she was expecting when she arrived at the condo, but there was
no recognition at all. There was a small entrance area with a door that looked
like a closet, then beyond that was an open kitchen area. She went further into
the room, which was really the living room. The furnishings appeared to be more
on the masculine side, all dark greens and browns. She frowned. How long had
they been living together? She moved over to a bookshelf and picked up a framed
photograph of her and Baron on the top shelf. They had their arms entwined
around each other and they weren’t staring at the camera but at each other. The
photographer had captured the moment. It answered part of her question. The
camera had highlighted a spark in her eyes. She did love Baron. At least when
that picture had been taken she had. She wished she could remember it.
    Jasmine
needed to talk to Tony. She had to be sure they hadn’t been having some sort of
affair. Why would she have been with him that night and not Baron? She didn’t
want to ask Baron these questions, but she wasn’t quite sure how to bring Tony
up. Pain had crossed his features last night and earlier this morning when
she’d mentioned his pal’s name.
    Baron
came over to her and touched her shoulders. When he began to speak, she shook
her head. He held up one finger then turned away from her and headed down the
hallway on the right. She followed behind him into a bedroom. It held the same
colors in the living room but in reverse. Where green dominated the living
area, brown dominated the bedroom. The furnishing was heavy dark wood. Only the
bedspread looked like something a woman would have chosen. It was a green silk
spread with a brown leaf pattern threaded across it. He